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Section. 


a?  14 


SACRED   MELODIES 


CONFERENCE  AND  PR 


AND  FOR 


SOCIAL  AND  PRIVATE  DEVOTION 


Praise  ye  the  Lord.' 


DOVER: 

PUBLISHED   BY   THU   TRUSTEES     OF    THE     FREJ 
BAPTIST     CONNECTION. 


1836. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1836, 
by  Wm.  Brur,  Agent  of  "The  Trustees  of  the  F.  VV. 
B.  Connection,"  in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District 
Court  of  New  Hampshire. 


PREFACE. 


The  Trustees  have  been  induced  to  publish  this  work 
by  the  urgent  call  of  our  denomination  for  a  collection  of 
Hymns  peculiarly  adapted  to  Conference  and  Prayer 
Meetings.  How  far  they  have  succeeded  in  meeting  the 
necessity  for  a  collection  of  Hymns  of  this  kind,  must  be 
determined  by  that  public  to  which  this  selection  is  now 
submitted. 

Should  thi3  work  prove  a  means  of  facilitating  the  of- 
ferings of  praise  and  devotion,  and  in  cherishing  and  ele- 
vating the  piety  of  Christians,  and  of  conveying  truth  to 
the  hearts  and  understandings  of  the  unconverted — of  ad- 
ding to  the  declarative  glory  of  God,  then  will  the  ob- 
jects and  desires  of  the  publishers  be  accomplished, 

Dover,  Dec.  1836. 


HYMNS 


1 


C.  M. 

The  Christian  Soldier. 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross? 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 
On  flowery  beds  of  ease  ; 

While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face? 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood? 

Is  this  vaiu  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign  ! 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 

I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war. 
Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 

They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 


©  SACRED    MELODIES. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine, 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies — 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

2  C.  M. 

**  Looking  at  the  Cross. 

fN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
Unawed  by  shame  or  fear  ; 
'Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopp'd  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging1  on  a  tree, 
In  agonies  and  blood  ; 
Who  fix'd  hi.s  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

S  Sure,  never  to  my  latest  breath, 
Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seem 'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt, 

And  plunged  me  in  despair; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"  I   freely  all  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid  ; 
I  die,  that  thou  may'st  live." 


J 


L.  M. 

The  Way. 

ESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  has  gonej 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 


SACRED    MELODIES. 

His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 
I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

S  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not  j 
My  grief  a  burden  long  hid  been, 
Because  I  was  not  saved  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  morer 
'Till  late  I  heard  my  Savior  say, 

"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way!" 

5  Lo!  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shall  take  me  to  thee,  whose  I  arn: 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Now  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Savior  I  have  found  ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "  Eehold  the  way  to  God !" 


I 


LOVE  my  Lord,  I  love  his  laws, 
I  love  religion's  blessed  cause  ; 
I  love  his  faithful  children  too, 
I  love  his  precious  will  to  do. 

2  I  love  this  narrow  happy  way, 
I  love  to  watch,  I  love  to  pray 


5 


SACRED    MELODIES. 

T  love  the  crown,  I  love  the  cross, 
I  love  the  gold  without  the  dross. 

3  I  love  to  .shout,  I  love  to  smsr, 
I  love  to  praise  my  heavenly  king; 
I  love  my  Lord,  [know  I  do, 
I  love  the  souls  that  he  loves  too. 

4  I  love  his  saints  that  are  below, 
1  love  the  precious  sinner  too: 
I  love  those  who  have  gone  before, 
I  love  my  Jesus  more  and  more. 

P.  M. 

TO"OW  precious  is  the  name,  brethren  sing, 

iOL         brethren  sing, 

How  precious  is  the  name,  brethren  sing, 

Hew  precious  is  the  name  of  Christ  our  Pas- 
chal Lamb, 

Who  bore  our  sin  and  shame,  on  the  tree,  on 
the  tree. 

2  I've  given  all  for  Christ,  he's  mv  all,  he's  my 
nil, 

I've  given  all  for  Christ,  he's  my  all; 

I've  given  all  for  Christ,  and  my  spirit  cannot 
rest, 

Unless  he's  in  my  breast  reigning  there,  reign- 
ing there. 

&  His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear  with  delight,  with  de- 
light, 
His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear  with  delight, 
His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear,  and  his  cross  I  will  not 

fear, 
His  name  I  will  declare  evermore,  evermore. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  9 

I  feel  the  love  of  God  in  my  soul,  in  my  soul, 

I  feel  the  love  of  God  in  my  soul, 

I  feel  the  love  of  God,  in  my  heart  'tis  shed 

.  abroad, 
Aud  I  will  serve  my  God  here  below,  here  be- 
low. 
r* 

P.  M. 

BKNEW  I  was  a  sinner,  the  call  it  was  loud 
To  repent  of  my  sins,  and  give  my  heart  to 
the  Lord; 
But  O !  what  distress  my  soul  then  was  in, 
While  I  was  a  seeker  and  yet  in  my  sins! 

I  For  mercy,  for  mercy,  aloud  1  did  call, 
But  I  could  not  find  mercy    till  I  gave  up  my 

all; 
And  I  gave  up  my  all,  and  the  burden  did  go, 
And  0  !    what  a  love  in  my  heart  then  did  flow. 

3  What  a  bright  shining  light  in  my  heart  then 
did  shine, 

I  wonder'd,  I  wonder'd  the  Lord  was  so  kind 
As  to  open  mine  eyes,  and  give  me  to  see 
What  a  tender,  kind  Savior,  has  done  for  poor 
me. 

4  What  a  bright  shining  light  then  did  shine  in 
my  heart, 

Which  made  me  quite  willing  with  sinners  to 

part ; 
And  I  know  I  was  willing  to  let  my  name  go, 
And  join  with  the  saints  in  this  union  below. 

5  Come  all  you  poor  mourners  who  feel  your 
distress, 


10  SACRED    MELODIES. 

Come,  come  unto  Jesus,  ami   you  shall  find 

rest; 
The  door  of  salvation  is  open  and  free.. 
Come  in  now  this  moment,  and  happy  you'll  be. 

6  There's  joy  with  the  angels,  there's  joy  with 
the  saints, 
When    the  news   reaches  heaven  that   a  sin- 
ner repents; 
Accept  of  salvation,  no  longer  delay, 
For  the  voice  of  Free  Grace  cries  To-Dat  and 
To-Day. 


P.  M. 

CIOME  all  ye  sons  of  Zion, 
J      Who  are  waiting  for  salvation, 
Have  your  lamps  trimrn'd  and  burning, 
For  behold  the  proclamation j 
Saving  all  things  now  are  ready, 
For  the  poor  and  for  the  needy; 
All  my  fatlinga  now  are  killed, 
And  prepared  on  the  table. 

2  Arise  and  get  ready, 

Hasten  to  the  marriage  supper, 
While  the  bridegroom  is  calling, 
And  poor  sinners  are  falling. 
See  the  Lord  of  life  descending, 
And  the  judgment  trumpet  sounding, 
To  gather  all  the  nations, 
To  the  final  judgment  day. 

3  O,  what  a  happy  meeting, 
When  salvation  is  completed, 


SACRED  -MELODIES.  11 

And  tribulation's  ended, 
And  the  spotless  robe  prepared, 
For  the  bride  to  be  adorned. 
In  the  jasper  walls  be  crowned, 
Singing  worthy  is  the  Lamb, 
In  the  new  Jerusalem. 

0  sinners  don't  be  doubting, 

While  the  sons  of  God  are  shouting, 

Come  and  join  the  bajnw  army, 

Then  there's  nothing  that  will  harm  you, 

If  you  follow  Christ  the  Savior, 

And  break  off  your  bad  behavior, 

And  repent  and  be  converted, 

You  will  sing  his  praises  too. 

L.  M. 
iRAY  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord  ; 
Pray  till  you  feel  the  pow'r  of  God; 
Pray  till  he  drive  your  doubts  away  ; 
Pray  till  you  see  the  gospel  day. 

2  Pray  for  the  mourners;  see  their  grief  ; 
Pray  till  the  mourners  find  relief; 
Pray  for  the  wicked  every  where; 
Pray  that  your  garments  may  be  clear. 

S  Soon  you  shall  have  your  hearts'  desire; 
Our  God  will  answer  as  by  fire: 
You'll  see  the  effect  of  fervent  prater, 
In  the  abundant  grace  you  share. 

P.  M. 

fi[AW  ye  my  Savior!  Saw  ye  my  Savior! 
^     Saw  ye  my  Savior  God ! 


12  SACRED    MELODIES. 

O  he  died  on  Calvary, 
To  atoue  for  you  and  me. 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood . 

2  He  was  extended,  he  was  extended, 
Painfully  nail'd  to  the  cross  ; 
There  he  bow'd  his  head  and  died, 
There  my  Lord  was  crucified, 
To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 

S  Jesus  hung  bleeding,  Jesus  hung  bleeding, 
Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain; 
And  the  solid  rocks  were  rent, 
Through  creation's  vast  extent, 
When  the  Jews  crucified  the  Lamb. 

4  Darkness  prevailed,  darkness  prevailed, 

Darkness  prevailed  o'er  the  land; 
And  the  sun  refused  to  shine, 
While  his  Majesty  divine 
Was  derided,  insulted  and  slain. 

5  When  it  was  finished,  when  it  was  finished 

And  the  atonement  was  made, 
He  was  taken  by  the  great, 
And  embalmed  in  spices  sweet, 
And  was  in  a  new  sepulchre  laid. 

6  Hail  mighty  Savior,  hail  mighty  Savior, 

Prince  and  the  author  of  Peace, 
Soon  he  burst  the  bands  of  death, 
And  triumphant,  from  the  earth, 
He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 

7  There  interceding,  there  interceding, 

Pleading  that  sinners  may  live, 
Crying,  "  See  my  hands  and  side, 


SACRED     MELODIES.  IS 

Father,  I  was  crucified 
To  redeem  them,  I  pray  thee  forgive.3' 

"  I  will  forgive  them,  I  will  forgive  them 
When  they  repent  and  believe; 

Let  them  now  return  to  thee, 

And  be  reconciled  to  me, 
And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive." 


10 


P.  M. 

NOW  behold  the  Savior  pleading, 
At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart; 
Now  in  heaven  he's  interceding, 
Undertaking  sinners'  part. 

CHORUS. 

Sinners,  can  you  hate  the  Savior? 

Will  you  thrust  him  from  your  arms! 
Once  he  died  for  your  behavior, 

Noio  he  calls  you  to  his  charms. 

2  Sinners,  hear  your  God  and  Savior, 

Hear  his  gracious  voice  to-day; 
Turn  from  all  your  vain  behavior, 
O  repent,  return  and  pray. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  4*c 

3  O  be  wise  before  you  languish 

On  the  bed  of  dying  strife! 
Endless  joy,  or  dreadful  anguish, 
Turn  upon  the  events  of  life! 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  fyc. 

4  Now  he's  waiting  to  be  gracious; 

Now  he  stands  and  looks  on  thee: 
See  what  kindness,  love  and  pity, 


14  SACRED     MELODIES. 

Shines  around  on  you  and  me! 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  fyc. 

5  Open  now  your  bearla  before  him, 

Bid  ihe  Savior  welcome  in; 
Now  receive,  and  O,  adore  him; 
Take  a  full  discharge  from  sin. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  fyc. 

6  Come,  for  all  things  now  are  ready; 

Yet  there's  room  for  many  more: 
0  ye  blind,  ye  lame  and  needy, 

Come  to  wisdom's  boundless  store. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  <§*c. 

•■■  -*■  Come  ye  Disconsolate. 

COME,  ye    disconsolate,  where'er  you    lan- 
guish, 
Come,  at  the  mercy  seat,  fervently  kneel; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your 
anguish; 
Earth    has  no    sorrow,  that  Heav'n  cannot 
heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  comfortless,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope,    when    all   others   die,   fadeless   and 

pure; 
Here  speaks   the  Comforter,  in    God's  name 

saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow,  that  Heav'n    cannot 

cure. 

3  Here  see  the  Bread  of  Life,  see  waters  flow- 

ing 
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from 
above; 


SACRED     MELODIES.  15 

Come  to  the  feast  prepared, — come  ever  know- 
ing 
Earth   has   no  sorrow   but  Heav'n  can  re- 
move. 


12 


P.  M. 

RETHREN  we  have  met  for  worship, 
And  to  adore  the  Lord  our  God; 
Will  you  pray  with  all  your  power, 

While  we  wait  upon  the  Lord? 
All  is  vain  unless  the  Spirit 

Of  the  Holy  one  comes  down; 
Brethren  pray,  and  heavenly  manna 

Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 

2  Don't  you  see  poor  sinners  round  you 

Slumbering  on  the  brink  of  wo? 
Death  is  coming,  hell  is  moving. 

Can  yiou  bear  to  let  them  go: 
See  your  fathers  and  your  mothers. 

And  your  children  sinking  down — 
Brethren  pray  with  all  your  power, 

And  the  blessing  will  come  down. 

3  Don't  you  see  the  poor  backsliders, 

Who  were  once  near  heaven's  door; 
But  they've  wander'd  from  the  Savior, 

And  are  worse  than  e'er  before. 
But  the  Savior  offers  pardon, 

If  they  will  to  him  return; 
Brethren  pray  with  all  your  power, 

And  the  blessing  will  come  down. 

4  Sisters  will  you  join  and  help  us, 

Moses'  sister  helped  him; 


16  SACRED     MELODIES. 

Will  you  seek  the  trembling  mourners 
Who  are  struggling  hard  with  sin? 

Tell  them  all  about  the  Savior, 
Tell  them  that  he  will  be  found; 

Sisters  pray  with  all  your  power, 
And  the  blessing  will  come  down. 

5  Let  us  love  the  Lord  supremely, 

Let  us  love  each  other  too; 
Let  us  love  and  pray  for  sinners, 

Till  the  Lord  creates  them  new. 
Soon  he'll  call  us  home  to  glory, 

At  his  table  we'll  sit  down; 
Christ  will  gird  himself  and  serve  us, 

With  sweet  manna  all  around. 


13 


P.  M. 

'WTKT'HEN  thou  my  righteous  Judge  shall  come, 
▼  v     To  call  thy  ransom'd  people  home  ; 
Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 
Be  found  at  thy  right  hand.? 

2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  thy  gracious  throne  to  bow — 

Though  weakest  of  them  all, 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought, 
To  have  my  worthless  name  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shall  call  ? 

3  Prevent,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace  ! 
Be  thou  dear  Lord  my  hiding  place, 

In  that  expected  day, 
Thy  pard'ning  voice  O  let  me  hear  ; 


SACRED    MELODIES.  17 

To  still  each  unbelieving  fear  ; 
Nor  let  me  fall  I  pray. 

Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 
Whene'er  th'  Archangel's  trump  shall  sound  ; 

To  see  thy  smiling  face  : 
Then  loud  through  all  the  crowd  I'll  sing,  * 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansion's  ring, 

With  shouts  of  boundless  grace. 


14 


S.  M. 

DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 

Angels  with  wonder  see ! 
Be  thou  astonish'd,  O  my  soul, 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep, 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear  ; 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 


15 

Q 


P.  M. 

LORY  to  God  that  I  have  found, 
The  pearl  of  my  salvation, 
We  are  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground, 

Up  to  our  heavenly  station, 
And  I'm  resolv'd  to  follow  on, 

And  never  to  forsake  him, 


18  SACRED    MHL0DIE8. 

I'll  always  keep  this  narrow  way, 
Till  I  do  overtake  him. 

2  Fear  not,  says  Christ,  ye  little  flock, 

Heirs  of  immortal  glory, 
You  are  built  upon  the  surest  rock, 

The  kingdom  lies  before  you: 
Fight  on,  fight  on,  ye  heirs  of  bliss, 

And  tell  the  pleasing  story, 
I'm  always  with  my  little  flock, 

And  will  bring  them  home  to  glory. 

lt>  p.  M. 

DARK  and  thorny  is  the  desert 
Through  which  pilgrims  make  their  way, 
Yet  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow, 
Lie  the  fields  of  endless  day: 
Fiends  loud  howling  through  the  desert, 

Make  them  tremble  as  they  go, 
And  the  fiery  darts  of  satan 
Often  bring  their  courage  low. 

2  0  young  soldiers,  are  you  weary 

Of  the  roughness  of  the  way? 
Does  your  strength  begin  to  fail  }rou? 

And  your  vigor  to  decay? 
Jesus,  Jesus,  will  go  with  you; 

He  will  lead  you  to  his  throne; 
He  who  dy'd  his  garments  for  you, 

And  the  wine-press  trod  alone. 

S  O  their  crowns,  how  bright  they  sparkle! 
Such  as  monarchs  never  wore; 
They  are  gone  to  richer  pastures, 
Jesus  is  their  shepherd  there. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  19 

Hail !  ye  happy,  happy  spirits. 

Death  no  more  shall  make  you  fear; 

Grief  nor  sorrow,  pain  nor  anguish, 
Shall  no  more  distress  you  there. 


17 

T 


P.  M. 

The  Pure  Testimony. 

HE    pure    testimony,  pour'd   forth   in   the 

Spirit. 

Cuts  like  a  keen  two-edged  sword; 
And  hypocrites  now  are  most  sorely  tormented, 

Because  they're  condemn'd  by  the  word. 
The  pure  testimony  discovers  the  dross, 
While  wicked   professors  make  light  of  the 

cross; 
And  Babylon  trembles  for  fear  of  her  loss. 

2  Is  not  the  time  come  for  the  church  to  be  gath- 

er'd 
Into  the  one  Spirit  of  God? 
Baptiz'd  by  one  Spirit  into  the  one  body, 
Partaking  Christ's  flesh  and  his  blood? 
They  drink  in  one   spirit  which   makes  them 

all  see 
They're  one  in  Christ  Jesus,  whereverthey  be, 
The   Jew   and  the  Gentile,  the  bond  and   the 
free. 

3  Then  blow  ye  the  trumpet  in  pure  testimony, 

And  let  the  world  hear  it  again; 
O  come  ye  from  Babylon,  Egypt  and  Sodom, 

And  make  your  way  over  the  plain; 
And  gird  on  your  armor,    ye  saints  of  the 
Lord, 


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For  Christ  shall  direct  you  by  his  living  word; 
The  pure  testimony  will  cut  like  a  sword. 

\  The  great  prince  of  darkness  is  must'ring  his 
forces, 
To  make  you  his  pris'ners  again, 
By  flatt'ries,  reproaches,  and  vile  persecution. 

That  you  in  his  cause  may  remain: 
But  shun  his  temptations,  wherever  they  lay, 
And  fear  not  his  servants,  whatever  they  say; 
The  pure  testimony  will  give  you  the  day. 

5  The  world  will  not   persecute  those  who   arc 

like  them, 

But  hold  them  the  same  as  their  own; 
The  pure  testimony  cries  up,  separation, 

And  calls  you  your  lives  to  lay  down. 
Come  out  from  their  spirit  and  practices  too, 
The  track  of  the  Savior  keep  still  in  your  view; 
The  pure  testimony  will  cut  the  way  through. 

6  The  battle  is  coming  between   the   two   king- 

doms, 
The  armies  will  gather  anon  ; 
The  pure  testimony  and  vile  persecution 

Will  come  to  close  battle  ere  long: 
Then  wash  all  your  robes  in  the  blood   of  the 

Lamb, 
And  walk  in  the  Spirit,  as  Jesus  has  done; 
In  pure  testimony  you  will  overcome. 


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P.  M. 

Precious  Promises. 

OW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ! 


SACRED    MELODIES.  21 

What  more  can  he  say  than   to   you    he  hath 

said  ? 
You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled? 

2  In  ev'ry  condition,  in  sickness,  and  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth, 
At  home  or  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 
"  As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength' 
ever  be." 

S  "  Fear  not,  lam  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismay'd; 
I  now  am  thy  God  and  will  still  give  thee  aid; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,   and  cause  thee 

to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call   thee   to- 

The  rivers  of  wo  shall  not  thee  o'erflow; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  path-way  shall 

lie, 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee;  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  Even  down  to  old  age,  all   my   people   shall 

prove 
Impartial,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 
And    when     hoary    hairs    shall   tby   temples 

adorn, 
Like   iambs  they   shall    still  in  my  bosom  be 

borne. 


22  8ACRED     MELODIES. 

7  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not,  desert  to  his  foes; 
That    soul,   tho'  all   hell  should  endeavor  to 

shake, 
Til  never — no  never — no  never  forsake." 


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L.  M. 

HERE  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord, 
Obedient  to  their  blessed  Lord, 
Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace: 
And  offer  solemn  prayer  and  praise. 

«  There,"  saith  the  Savior,  "  will  I  be" 

Amid  this  little  company; 
To  them  unveil  my  smiling  face, 

And  shed  my  glory  round  the  place." 

We  meet  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord, 

Relying  on  thy  faithful  word; 
Now  send  thy  spirit  from  above, 

Now  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love. 


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P.  M. 

COME,  my  brethren,  let  us  try, 
For  a  little  season; 
Every  burden  to  lay  by, 
Come  and  let  us  reason. 

2  What  is  this   that  casts  you  down, 

What  is  this  that  grieves  you? 
Speak  and  let  the  worst  be  known, 
Speaking  may  relieve  you. 

3  Think  on  what  your  Savior  bore, 

In  the  gloomy  garden; 


SACRED    MELODIES. 

Sweating  blood  from  every  pore, 
Crying,  O  my  Father. 

4  See  him  nailed  to  the  tree, 

Bleeding,  groaning,  dying; 
See  he  suffered  this  for  thee, 
Therefore  be  believing. 

5  Joseph  took  his  body  down, 

Shrouded  it  in  linen; 
Laid  it  in  the  silent  tomb, 
And  returned  mourning. 

6  Soon  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 

Angels  fly  from  glory; 
O  what  glory  shone  around, 
Hallelujah,  glory. 

7  Brethren,  don't  you  feel  the  flame? 

Sisters,  don't  you  love  him? 
Let  us  join  to  praise  his  name; 
Let  us  never  grieve  him. 

8  Soon  we'll  meet  to  part  no  more, 

Soon  we'll  be  in  heaven; 
There  to  join  with  those  above, 
And  forever  praise  him. 


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P.  M. 

FPtOM  whence  doth  this  union  arise, 
That  hatred  is  conquer'd  by  love? 
It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties, 
That  nature  and  time  can't  remove. 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 
Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost; 


24  SACRED    MELODIES. 

It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground, 
And  Jesus'  dear  blood  it  did  cost, 

3  My  friends  are  so  dear  unto  me, 

Our  hearts  all  united  in  love, 
Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be, 
In  yonder  blest  mansions  above. 

4  Then  why  so  reluctant  to  part, 

Since  we  shall  ere  long  meet  again  ? 
Engrav'd  on  Immanuel's  heart, 
At  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

5  And  when  we  shall  see  that  bright  day, 

And  join  with  the  angels  above, 
No  longer  confined  to  this  clay, 
United  with  Jesus  in  love: 

6  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 

And  all  his  bright  glory  shall  see, 
And  sing,  Hallelujah,  Amen, 
Amen  !  Even  so  let  it  be. 


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P.  M. 

Filgrim  Stranger. 

HITHER  goestthou,  pilgrim  stranger, 
Wandering  through  this  lonely  vale: 
Know'st  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger? 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail? 

CHORUS. 

No,  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me? 

Hallelujah,  O  hallelujah, 
I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,. 

Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me, 
Hallelujah,  praise  ye  the  Lord. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  25 

2  Pilgrim  thou  hast  justly  called  me, 

Passing  through  this  waste  so  wide; 
But  no  harm  can  e'er  befall  me, 
While  I'm  blest  with  such  a  guide, 
For  I'm  bound  for,  &c. 

3  Such  a  guide!  no  guide  attends  thee, 

Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise; 
If  some  guardian  power  befriend  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  human  eyes. 

O  I'm  bound  for,  &c. 

4  Yes,  unseen,  but  still  believe  me, 

Such  a  guide  my  steps  attend; 
He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me, 
He  will  guide  me  to  the  end, 

O  I'm  bound  for,  Slc 

5  Pilgrim,  see  that  stream  before  thee, 

Darkly  winding  through  the  vale; 
Should  its  deadly  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 
Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail? 
No!  I'm  bound  for,  &c. 

6  No  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 

To  its  brink  my  steps  I'll  bend; 
Thence  to  plunge  'twill  be  delightful, 
There  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 

O  I'm  bound  for,  &c. 

7  While  I  gaz'd  with  speed  surprising, 

Down  the  stream  she  plung'd  from  sight; 
Gazing  still  I  saw  her  rising, 
Like  an  angel  cloth'd  with  light. 

O  I'm  bound  for,  &c. 


26  SACRED    MELODIES. 

8  Cease,  my  soul  this  mourning,  crying, 
.    Death  will  burst  the  sullen  gloom; 
Soon  my  spirit  fluttering,  flying, 
Will  be  borne  beyond  the  tomb. 

For  I'm  bound  for,  &.c. 

<go  P.  M. 

****  Mutual  Encouragement. 

BRETHREN,  while  ye  sojourn  here, 
Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear, 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  friend, 

One  who  loves  us  to  the  end; 
Forward  then,  with  courage  go, 

Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home. 

CHORUS. 

Pure  religion  will  bestow 

Happiness  while  here  below — 

Pure  religion  will  supply 

Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb! 

I  mean  to  praise  His  blessed  name — 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

We'll  praise  Him  when  we  all  get  home. 

2  In  the  world  a  thousand  snares 

Lay  to  take  us  unawares; 
Satan,  with  malicious  art, 

Watches  each  unguarded  heart; 
But  from  Satan's  malice  free, 

Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be; 


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SACRED    MELODIES.  27 

Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
Child  your  Father  calls— come  home. 
Pure  religion,  &,c. 

But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 

None  so  apt  to  turn  our  feet — 
None  betray  us  into  sin, 

Like  the  foes  we  have  within; 
Yet,  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 

Christ  will  also  conquer  these; 
Then  thejoyful  news  will  come, 

Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home. 
Pure  religion,  &c. 

L.  M. 

The  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

WHEN  marshalPd  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky; 
One  star  alone  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark!  hark!  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem; 
But  one  alone  the  Savior  speaks, 
It  is  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 

The  wind  that  toss'd  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze. 

Death-struck,  I  ceas'd  the  tide  to  stem; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 
It  was  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 


c2b  SACRED    MELODIES. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease: 
And  through  the  storm  and  dangers'  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moor'd — my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem; 
Forever  and  forevermore, 

The  star — the  star  of  Bethlehem. 


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S.  M. 

HE  day  is  past  and  gone; 
The  evening  shades  appear; 
O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  nijrht  of  death  draws  near. 


2  We  lay  our  garments  by. 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep. 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  if  we  early  rise, 

And  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove, 
O  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest. 
The  bosom  of  thv  love. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  29 

4)£  P.  M. 

&V  The  Bower  of  Prayer. 

TO  leave  my  dear  friends  and  with  neighbors 
to  part, 
And  go  from  my  home  affects  not  my  heart. 
Like  the  thought  of  absenting  myself  for  a  day, 
From  that  blest  retreat  I  have  chosen  to  pray. 

2  Dear  bovver,  where  the   pine  and   the  poplar 

have  spread 
And   wroven    their    branches   a  roof  o'er    my 

head; 
How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  ever-green  there 
And  poured  out  my  soul  to  my  Savior  in  prayer. 

3  The  early  shrill  notes  of  a  loved  nightingale 
That  dwelt  in  the  bower  I  observed  as  my  bell 
To  call  me  to  duty,  while  birds  in  the  air 
Sung  anthems  of  praises  as  I  went  to  prayer. 

4  'Twas  under  the  covert  of  that  pleasant  grove, 
That  Jesus  was  pleased  my  guilt  to  remove; 
Presented  himself  as  the  only  true  way 

Of  life  and  salvation,  and  taught  me  to  pray. 

5  How  sweet  were  the   zephyrs   perfum'd  with 

the  pine 
The  ivy,  the  balsam,  the  wild  eglantine; 
But  sweeter,  O  sweeter,  superlative  were 
The  joys  that  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer. 

6  For  Jesus  my  Savior  oft  deigned  to  meet, 
And  blessed  with  his  presence  my   humble  re- 
treat; 

Oft  filled  me  with  rapture  and  blessedness  there 
Inditing  in  heaven's  own  language  my  prayer. 


SO  SACRED    MELODIES. 

7  Dear  bovver,  I  must  leave  you  and  bid  you   a- 
dieu, 
And  pay  my  devotion  in  parts  that  are  new; 
Well  knowing  my  Savior  resides  every  where, 
And  will  in  all  places  give  answer  to  prayer. 


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C.  M. 

AS  on  the  cross  the  Savior  hung, 
And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died, 
He  poured  salvation  on  a  wretch, 
That  languished  at  his  side. 

2  His  crimes,  with  inward  grief  and  shame, 

The  penitent  confessed; 
Then  turned  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thus  his  prayer  addressed. 

3  "Jesus,  thou  Son  and  heir  of  heav'n, 

Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God ! 
I  see  thee  bathed  in  sweat  and  tears, 
And  weltering  in  thy  blood. 

4  Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  wo, 

In  triumph  thou  shalt  rise, 
Burst  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  death 
And  shine  above  the  skies. 

5  Amid  the  glories  of  that  world, 

Dear  Savior  think  on  me, 
And  in  the  victories  of  thy  death 
Let  me  a  sharer  be." 

6  His  prayer  the  dying  Jesus  hears, 

And  instantly  replies, 
To  day  thy  parting  soul  shall  be 
With  me  in  paradise. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  31 

C.  M. 

Jubilee. 

HAT  heavenly  music  do  I  hear, 
Salvation  sounding  free: 
Ye  souls  in  bondage  lend  an  ear, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 


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2  How  sweetly  do  the  tidings  roll, 

All  round,  from  sea  to  sea, 
From  land  to  land,  from  pole  to  pole, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

3  Good  news,  good  news,  to  Adam's  race, 

Let  Christians  all  agree, 
To  sing  redeeming  Love  and  Grace, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

4  The  Gospel  sounds  a  sweet  release 

To  all  in  misery, 
And  bids  them  welcome  home  to  peace, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

5  Jesus  is  on  his  mercy  seat, 

Before  him  bend  the  knee; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  his  praise  repeat, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

6  Sinners,  be  wise,  return  and  come, 

Unto  the  Savior  flee; 
The  Spirit  bids  you  welcome  home, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

7  Come,  ye  redeem'd  your  tribute  bring, 

With  songs  of  harmony; 
While  on  the  road  to  Canaan  sing 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 


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9Q  P.  M. 

"***  Grateful   He  collection. 

COME  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above: 
Praise  the  mount,  I'm  fixed  upon  it! 
Mount  of  God's  redeeming  love. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezcr, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God; 
He  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

3  Oh!  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be! 
Let  thy  goodness  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee: 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart — O  take  and  seal  if, 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 


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C 


S.  M. 
OME  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known; 
loin  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 


SACRED    MELODIES,  33 

2  Lot  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banish'd  from  the  place; 
Religion  never  was  designed, 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

Who  never  knew  our  God; 
But  fav'rites  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  The  men  of  grace  have  found, 

Glory  begun  below, 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthiy  ground. 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

5  The  hill  of  Zion  yields, 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

6  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry; 
We-re  marching  thro'  Lmmanual's  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high- 


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L.  M. 

HEN  strangers  stand  and  hear  me  tell 
What  beauties  in  my  Savior  dwell; 
Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know 
That  they  may  seek  and  love  him  too. 

My  best  beloved  keeps  his  throne 
On  hills  of  light,  in  worlds  unknown; 
But  he  descends  and  shows  his  face, 
In  the  young  gardens  of  h;:3  grace, 
c 


84  SACRED    MELODIES. 

3  In  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand, 
Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  stand; 
He  feeds  among  the  spicy  beds, 
Where  lilies  show  their  spotless  heads. 

4  He  has  engross'd  my  warmest  love, 
No  earthly  charms  my  soul  can  move; 
]  have  a  mansion  in  his  heart, 

Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  make  us  part. 

5  He  takes  my  soul  e'er  I'm  aware, 
And  shows  me  where  his  glories  are; 
No  chariot  of  Amminadib, 

The  heav'nJy  rapture  can  describe. 

6  O  may  my  spirit  daily  rise 

On  wings  of  faith  above  the  skies, 
Till  death  shall  make  my  last  remove, 
To  dwell  forever  with  my  love. 


3  ft 
6* 


C.  M. 

Salvation. 

SALVATION!  0,  the  joyful  sound! 
^     'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears: 
A  sovereign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

Buri'd  in  sorrow,  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine 

To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  85 

Salvation!  O.  thou  bleeding  Lamb, 

To  thee  the  praise  belongs! 
Salvation  shall  inspire  our  hearts, 

And  dwell  upon  our  tongues. 
H.  M. 

1  Strength  from  Heaven. 

BY  whom  was  David  taught 
To  aim  the  dreadful  blow, 
When  he  Goliah  fought 

And  laid  the  Gittite  low? 
No  sword  or  spear  the  stripling  took, 
But  chose  a  pebble  from  the  brook. 

2  'Twas  Israel's  God  and  King 

Who  sent  him  to  the  fight, 
Who  gave  him  strength  to  sling, 

And  skill  to  aim  aright. 
Ye  feeble  saints,  your  strength  endures, 
Because  young  David's  God  is  yours. 

3  Who  order'd  Gideon  forth, 

To  storm  the  invader's  camp, 
With  arms  of  little  worth, 

A  pitcher  and  a  lamp? 
The  trumpet  made  his  coming  known, 
And  all  the  host  was  overthrown. 

4  Oh!  I  have  seen  the  day, 

When  with  a  single  word, 
God  helping  me  to  say, 

My  trust  is  in  the  Lord, 
My  soul  has  quelled  a  thousand  foes, 
Fearless  of  all  that  could  oppose. 

5  But  unbelief,  self  will, 

Self  righteousness  and  pride, 


36  SACRED    MELODIES. 

How  often  do  they  steal 

My  weapons  from  my  side! 
Yet  David's  Lord  and  Gideon's  friend, 
Will  help  his  servant  to  the  end. 


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C.  M. 

The  hope  of  Heaven. 

WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear, 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurl'd, 

Then  1  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  Heaven,  my  All. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul, 

In  seas  of  heav'nly  rest; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll, 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


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P.  M. 

THE  Lord  into  his  garden  conies; 
The  spices  yield  the  rich  perfumes; 
The  lilies  grow  and  thrive: 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine. 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine.. 
And  make  the  dead  revive. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  37 

2  0  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  may  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become! 
The  desert  blossoms  as  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 

My  soul  a  witness  is; 
I  taste  and  see  the  pardon's  free, 
For  all  mankind  as  well  as  me, 

Who  comes  to  Christ  may  live. 

4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Savior,  pitiful  and  kind, 

Who  will  them  all  receive  ! 
None  are  too  late  who  will  repent; 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went; 

Jesus  did  him  relieve. 

5  Come,  brethren,  ye  who  love  the  Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

In  Jesus' ways  go  on; 
Our  trials  and  our  troubles  here, 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

6  Amen,  Amen,  my  soul  replies, 
I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  mansion  there; 
\     Now  here's  my  heart,  and  here'smy  hand 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 
Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 


3S  SACRED    MELODIES. 


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S.  M. 

WELCOME  sweet  day  of  rest 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes! 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day; 
Here  we  may  sit  and  see  him  here. 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amid  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days, 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away, 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


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L.  M. 

YOUNG  people  all  attention  give, 
While  I  address  you  in  God's  name, 
You,  who  in  sin  and  folly  live, 

Come  hear  the  counsel  of  a  friend. 
I  sought  for  bliss  in  glitt'ring  toys, 

And  rang'd  th'  alluring  scenes  of  life; 
But  never  knew  substantial  joys, 
Till  I  obey'd  my  Savior's  voice. 

He  spoke  at  once  my  sins  forgivrn 
And  washed  my  load  of  guilt  away, 


SACRED     MELODIES.  39 

He  gave  me  glory,  ]:eace  and  heav'n 
And  thus  I  found  the  heavenly  way. 

And  now  with  trembling  sense  I  view, 
Huge  billows  roll  beneath  your  feet; 

For  death  eternal  waits  for  you, 

Who  slight  the  force  of  gospel  truth. 

3  Youth  like  the  spring  will  soon  be  gone, 

By  rolling  years  or  sudden  death; 
Your  morning  sun  may  set  at  noon, 

And  leave  you  ever  in  the  dark. 
Your  spark'ling  eyes  and  blooming  cheeks, 

Must  wither  like  the  blasted  rose; 
The  coffin,  earth  and  windi!      sheet, 

Will  soon  your  active  iiri^s  enclose. 

0,  carelesl  youth,  this  is  the  state, 

Of  all  who  <io  free  grace  refuse; 
And  soon  with  you  'twill  be  too  late, 

The  way  of  life  in  Christ  to  choose. 
Come  lay  your  carnal  weapons  by; 

No  longer  fight  against  your  God; 
But  with  the  gospel  now  comply, 

And  heaven  shall  be  your  great  reward. 


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P.  M. 

MAIL!  thou  blest  morn,   when   the  great 
Mediator 
Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descends; 
Shepherds, go  worship  the  babe  in  the  manger, 
Lo!  for  his  guide  the  bright  angels  attend. 
chorus. 
Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
Shine  on  our  darkness,and  lend  us  thine  aid; 


40  SACKED    MELODIES. 

Star  in  the  cast,  the  horizon  adorning. 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining, 
Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall; 
Angels  adore  him  in  slumbers  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Savior  of  all. 
Brightest  and  best,  &.c. 

S  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 
Odors  of  Eden,  and  ofT rings  divine, 
Gems  of  the  mountain, and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrr  from  the  forest, and  gold  from  the  mine? 
Brightest  and  best,  See. 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 
Brightest  and  best,  &c. 

oq  c  m. 

****  Resolve. 

COME,  anxious  sinner,  in  whose  breast, 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  opprest, 
And  make  this  last  resolve: 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose; 
I  know  his  courts,  1'il  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess. 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 

Without  his  pard'ning  grace. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  4 

I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 
Whose  Sceptre  pardon  gives, 

Perhaps  he  may  command  me  touch 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 
-•Perhaps  will  hear  my  pray'r; 
But,  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

1  can  but  perish  if  I  go; 

I  am  resolv"d  to  try: 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die." 

P.  M. 

The  Convert. 
HOW  happy  are  they, 
Who  their  Savior  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasure   above! 
Tongue  can  never  express, 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace, 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb; 

When  my  heart  first  believ'd, 

What  a  joy  I  receiv'd! 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  name  ! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below, 
My  Redeemer  to  know; 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore. 


42  SACRED    MELODIES. 

4  Jesu3  all  the  dny  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song; 

0  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 
"  He  hath  lov'd  me,"  I  cried, 
"  He  hath  snffer'd  and  died, 

To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me." 

5  On  the  wings  of  his  love, 
I  was  carried  above 

All  my  sins,  and  temptations,  and  pain 
And  I  could  not  believe 
That  I  ever  should  grieve, 

That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  I  then  rode  on  the  sky, 
Freely  justified  I, 

Nor  did  envy  Elijah  his  seat; 

My  glad  soul  mounted  higher, 

In  the  chariot  of  fire, 
And  the  world  it  was  under  my  feet. 

7  0  !  the  rapturous  height, 
Of  that  holy  delight, 

Which  1  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  ! 

Of  my  Savior  possess'd, 

I  was  perfectly  bless'd, 
As  if  fill'd  with  the  fullness  of  God. 


41 


C.  M. 

Evening  Twilight. 

I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 
From  every  cumb'ringcare, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day, 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 
The  penitential  tear, 


SACRED    MELODIES.  43 

And  all  His  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  care  and  sorrows  cast, 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heav'n; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew 
While  here  by  tempest  driv'n. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 


42 


P.  M. 

The  SainVs  adieu  to  earth. 


YE  objects   of  sense,   and   enjoyments    of 
time, 
Which  oft  have  delighted  my  heart; 
I  soon    shall   exchange  you  for  joys  more  sub- 
lime, 
And  joys  that  will  never  depart.    - 

2  Thou  Lord  of  the  day,  and  thou  Queen  of  the 
night, 
To  me  ye  no  longer  are  known; 
I  soon  shall  behold  with  increasing  delight, 
A  sun  that  will  never  go  down. 

S  Ye  wonderful  orbs  that  astonish  mine  eyes, 
Your  glories  recede  from  my  sight; 
I  soon  shall  contemplate  more  beautiful  skies, 
And  stars  more  transcendently  bright. 


44  SACRED    MELODIES. 

4  Ye  mountains  and  valleys,  ye  rivers  and  plains, 

Thou  earth  and  thou  ocean  adieu; 
More  permanent  regions  where    righteousness 
reigns, 
Present  their  bright  hills  to  my  view. 

5  My  weeping  relations, my  brethren  and  friends, 

Whose  hearts  are  entwined  with  my  own — 
Adieu  for  the  present,  my  spirit  ascends 
Where  friendship  immortal  is  known. 

6  The  wrong  of  transgressors  shall  grieve  me  no 

more, 
'Midst  foes  I  no  longer  reside; 
My  conflicts  with  sin  and  with  sinners  are  o'er, 
With  saints  I  shall  ever  abide. 

7  No  lurking  temptation,  defilement  or  fear 

Again  shall  disquiet  my  breast; 
In  Jesus' fair  image  I  soon  shall  appear, 
Forever  ineffably  blest. 

8  Ye  sabbaths  below  which  have  been  my  delight, 

And  now  thou  blest  volume  divine; 
You've  guided  my  footsteps  like  stars  during 
Adieu  my  conductors  benign.  [night, 

9  Thou  tottering  seat  of  disease  and  of  pain. 

Adieu  my  dissolving  abode; 
I  soon  shall  behold  and  possess  thee  again, 
A  beautiful  building  of  God. 

10  Come,  come  my  dear  Jesus,  come  quickly  re- 

lease 
The  soul  thou  hast  bought  with  thy  blood, 
And  make  me  ascend  the  fair  regions  of  peace. 
To  feast  on  the  smiles  of  my  God. 


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SACRED    MELODIES.  45 


P.  M. 
Christ  the  only  true  Friend'. 


JESUS  to  every  willing  mind 
Offers  a  heavenly  treasure; 
There  may  the  sons  of  sorrow  find, 

Sources  of  real  pleasure. 
See  what  employments  men  pursue. 
Then  you  will  own  my  words  are  true; 
Jesus  alone  unfolds  to  view, 
Sources  of  real  pleasures. 

2  Poor  are  the  joys  which  fools  esteem, 

Fading  and  transitory; 
Mirth  is  as  fleeting  as  a  dream, 

Or  a  delusive  story. 
Luxury  leaves  a  sting  behind, 
Wounding  the  body  and  the  mind, 
Only  in  Jesus  can  we  find, 

Pleasure  and  solid  glory. 

3  Beauty,  with  all  its  gaudy  shows, 

Is  but  a  painted  bubble, 
Short  is  the  triumph  it  bestows; 

Full  of  deceit  and  trouble. 
Fame  like  a  shadow  flees  away. 
Titles  and  dignities  decay, 
Nought  but  religion  can  display 

Joys  that  are  free  from  trouble. 

4  Happy  the  man  who  has  a  friend, 

Namely  the  God  of  nature, 
Well  may  he  feel  and  recommend, 
Friendship  with  our  Creator. 


44 


46  SACRED     MELODIES. 

Then  as  our  hearts  in  Jesus  join, 
So  let  our  social  powers  combine, 
Ruled  by  a  passion  most  divine, 
Friendship  with  our  Creator. 

P.  M. 

1  will  trust  and  not  be  afraid. 

BEGONE,  unbelief!  my  Savior  is  near, 
And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear: 
By  prayer  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  perform: 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  his  to  provide  ; 
Though  cisterns  be  broken,    and  creatures  all 

fail, 
The  word  he  hath  spoken  will  surely  prevail. 

3  His  love  in  time  past  forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  last,  in  trouble  to  sink  ; 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer,  I  have  in  review, 
Confirms  his   good  pleasure   to  help  me  quite 

through. 

4  Being  willing  to  save  he  watched  o'er  my  path, 
When  Satan's  blind  slave,  I  sported  withdeath; 
And  can    he   have   taught  me   to   trust  in  his 

name, 
And  thus  far  have  brought  me  to  put  me  to 
shame? 

5  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  or  distress, 
Temptations  or  pain?  He  told  me  no  less  ; 
The  heirs  of  salvation,  I  know  from  his  word, 
Through   much  tribulation   must  follow  their 

Lord. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  47 

6  How  bitter  that  cup  no  heart  can  conceive, 
Which  he  drank    quite  up,   that  sinners  might 

live ! 
His  way  was  much  rougher  and  darker  than 

mine, 
Did  Jesus  thus  suffer,  and  shall  I  repine? 

7  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  med'cine  is  food: 
Tho5  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease  beforelong, 
And  then,  oh  how  pleasant  the  conqueror's 

song! 


45 


P.  M. 

H,  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
And  reign  with  him  abovei 
And  from  that  flowing  fountain 

Drink  everlasting  love! 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in? 

2  But  now,  I  am  a  soldier  ; 

My  Captain's  gone  before  ; 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  bid  me  not  give  o'er: 
If  I  continue  faithful,, 

A  righteous  crown  he'll  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 

To  conquer  though  I  die  ; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus 


SACRED    MELODIES. 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  you  all  adieu; 
And  O  my  friends  he  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 
And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  your  way, 
Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray: 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 

Of  faith  and  hope  and  love, 
And  when  the  combat's  ended, 

He'll  carry  you  above. 
O  do  not  be  discoursed. 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend  , 
And  if  you  want  more  knowledge. 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend  ; 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  oft'ner  you  request  ; 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 
And  when  the  last  loud  trumpet 

Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies, 
And  bid  the  entomb'd  millions 

From  their  cold  beds  arise, 
Our  ransom'd  dust  revived, 

Bright  beauties  shall  put  on, 
And  soar  to  the  blest  mansion 

Where  our  Redeemer's  gone. 


46 

A 


P.  M. 
FOUNTAI^in  Jesus  which  runs  always 
free, 


SACRED    MELODIES.  49 

For  washing  and  cleansing  such  sinners  as  we! 
Our  sins,  though  like  crimson,  made   white  as 

the  wool, 
No  lack  in  the  fountain,  but  always  is  full. 

2  All  things  now  are  ready,  he  invites  us  to  come, 
The  supper  is  made  by  the  Father  and  Son; 
Rich  bounties,  rich  dainties,   here  we  may  re- 
ceive, 

A  living  for  ever,  if  we  will  believe. 

3  The   guests    which   were  bidden,  refused   the 

call; 
For  they  were  not  ready  nor  willing  at  all 
To  be  stripp'd  of  their  honor,  and  part    with 

their  store, 
For  a  feast  that  was   given  and  made  for  the 

poor. 

4  If  they  are  not  ready,  and  wish  to  delay, 

My  house  shall  be  filled,  the  Father  doth  say  ; 
The  highways  and  hedges,    the   halt  and   the 

blind, 
Shall   come   and   be  welcome,  the  Supper   is 

mine. 

5  He  decks  us  with  jewels, and  rings  of  rich  kind  ; 
A  garment  not  woven,  but  richly  refin'd  ; 
Redeemed  by  Jesus,  made  heirs  with  the  King, 
A  plan  of  the  Father,  in  glory  to  sing. 


47 


P.   M. 

AS  I  lay  musing  on  my  bed, 
I  thought  on  my  Redeemer; 
My  heart  did  sing  to  Christ  my  King, 
Who  did  my  soul  deliver 


50  SACRED    MELODIES. 

CHORUS. 

We're  all  united,  heart  and  hand: 

All  in  one  band  completely; 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's'land 

Where  the  waters  flow  most  sweetly. 

2  Then  I  saw  thousands  hand  in  hand. 

All  on  their  way  to  heaven  : 
They  were  baptiz'd  in  Jesus'  name, 
And  felt  their  sins  forgiv'n. 

3  As  they  march'd  on  they  beheld  a  crown, 

That  was  by  Jesus  purchas'd; 
The  sacred  fire  still  rises  higher. 
While  Jesus  gives  them  conquest. 

4  The  trumpets  sound,  the  armies  shout, 

The  hosts  of  hell  are  driven; 
Fight  on,  fight  on,  ye  conq'ring  souls, 
The  prize  will  soon  be  given. 

5  When  we  arrive  at  joys  on  high, 

To  reign  with  Christ  forever; 
There  we  shall  drink  full  draughts  of  bliss, 
From  the  pure  source  of  pleasure. 

AG  P.   M. 

^*°  The   Jubilee. 

THE  Gospel  Trumpet  has  been  blown, 
And  caused  poor  sinners  to  return 
To  Jesus  Christ  our  heavenly  king, 
To  join  and  shout  and  praise  and  sing. 
For  we  are  on  our  march  for  glory, 

We  will  sing  salvation  free. 
Yes,  we  are  on  our  march  to  glory, 
Let  us  sound  the  Jubilee. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  51 

2  If  we  prove  faithful  to  the  end, 

We  shall  find  in  Christ  a  glorious  Friend, 
For  he  who  guards  us,  watches,  keeps, 
He  never  slumbers,  never  sleeps. 
For  the  Lord  is  in  the  desert, 
He  is  on  the  land  and  sea, 
Yes,  the  Lord  is  in  the  desert, 
Let  us  sound  the  Jubilee. 

3  May  we  obey  the  gracious  call, 
Of  him  whose  love  extends  to  all, 
He's  never  weary,  never  faint, 

He  hears  and  pities  each  complaint, 
For  he  knows  oiy,  hearts  desires 

When  we  bend  the  humble  knee; 
Yes,  he  wipes  away  our  tears, 

And  he  gives  us  victory. 

4  When  on  the  part  of  God  we  rise, 
We  take  the  cross  and  win  the  prize; 
So  when  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
Our  songs  of  triumph  shall  not  fail. 

Now  we're  on  our  way  to  heaven, 

We  will  sing  salvation  free; 
Yes,  we're  on  our  way  to  heaven 

We  will  sound  the  Jubilee . 

5  And  when  our  pilgrimage  is  o'er, 
On  wings  of  triumph  may  we  soar, 
Where  floods  of  glory,  ceasless  roll, 
Where  beauties  charm  our  precious  souls, 

There  we'll  join  in  singing  praises, 

To  Immanuel  our  King, 
There  we'll  join  in  shouting  glory, 

Till  we  make  the  arches  ring. 


52  SACRED    MELODIES. 

6  The  gospel  heralds  have  gone  forth, 
To  spread  glad  tidings,  through  the  earth, 
From  east  to  west  they  shall  proclaim 
Salvation  through  the  Savior's  name. 
For  the  spirit  is  out-pouring 
On  the  land  and  on  the  sea, 
Yes,  the  spirit  is  out-pouring, 
Let  us  sound  the  Jubilee. 


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C.  M. 

JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 
O  how  I  long  for  thee! 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  1  see? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone. 

Most  glorious  to  behold; 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
Thy  streets  are  pav'd  with  gold. 

3  Thy  garden  and  thy  pleasant  walks, 

My  study  long  have  been; 
Such  dazzling  views  by  human  sight, 
Have  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  If  heaven  be  thus  so  glorious,  Lord, 

Why  should  I  stay  from  thence? 
What  folly  's  this  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence ! 

5  Reach  down,  O  Lord,  thine  arm  of  grace, 

And  cause  me  to  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  never  end. 

6  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  years 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 


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51 


SACRED    MELODIES.  53 

We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 
Than  when  we  first  begun. 

P.  M. 

HARK!  my  soul,' it  is  the  Lord, 
'Tis  thy  Savior,  hear  his  word; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee, 
Say,  poor  sinner,  "  Lov'st  thou  me?" 
"  I  delivered  thee,  when  bound, 
And  when  wounded,  heal'd  thy  wound, 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 
Can  a  mother's  tender  care, 
Cease  towards  her  children  dear, 
Yes !  she  may  forgetful  be, 
Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 
"  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love. 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 
"  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done, — - 
Partner  of  my  throne  shall  be, 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me?" 
Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint; 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore; — 
0  for  grace  to  love  thee  more ! 
P.  M. 
Sinners  entreated  to  hear. 
INNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message. 
Sent  in  mercv  from  above? 


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54  SACRED     MELODIES. 

Every  sentence — 0  how  tender! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love; 

Listen  to  it — 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel, 
News  from  Zion's  king  proclaim, 

To  each  rebel  sinner — "  Pardon, 
"  Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 

How  important! 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name. 

3  Tempted  souls,  they  biing  you  succor; 
Fearful  hearts  they  quell  your  fears; 

And  with  news  of  consolation, 
Chase  away  the  falling  tear: 

Tender  heralds — 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

4  False  professors,  grovelling  worldlings, 
Callous  hearers  of  the  word, 

While  the  messengers  address  you, 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford) 

We  entreat  you, 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford. 

5  Who  hath  our  report  believed? 
Who  receiv'd  the  joyful  word? 

Who  embrae'd  the  news  of  pardon, 
Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord! 

Can  you  slight  it — 
Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord! 

6  O,  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 
Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way, 

Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay: 


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Sacred    melodies.  55 

Rebel  sinners, 
Glad,  the  message  will  obey. 

C.   M. 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

COME  Holy  Spirit,  heavn'ly  Dove* 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers,  —* 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

3  Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee. 
And  thine  to  us  so  great? 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit^  heav'nly  Dove, 

With  ail  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs,— 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Savior's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours.. 

KQ  C.  M. 

Walking  with  God. 

FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road,       ' 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb! 

Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 

Of  Jesus,  and  his  word? 


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56  SACRED     MELODIES. 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoyed! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  now  1  find  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  Holy  Dove!  return 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


54 


C.   M. 

Sufferings  of  Christ. 

ALAS!  and  did  my  Savior  bleed! 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I? 

C  Thy  body  slain,  sweet  Jesus,  thine, 
And  buth'd  in  its  own  blood, 
While,  all  expos'd  to  wrath  divine, 
The  glorious  sufferer  stood! 

S  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree? 
Amazing  pity,  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree! 


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SACRED    MELODfES.  57 

4  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

5  Thus  I  might  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  in  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe: 
Here,  Lord,  1  give  myself  away; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 
H.  M. 
Made  nigh  by  blood. 
jk  RISE  my  soul,  arise, 
-Z9L     Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears, 
The  bleeding  sacrifice 
Iu  my  behalf  appears; 
Before  the  throne  my  surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede 
His  all-redeeming  love, — 

His  precious  blood  to  plead; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace 
Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary, 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly -speak  for  me: 
Forgive  him,  O,  forgive  they  cry  ! 
Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die. 


58  SACRED    MELODIES. 

4  The  Father  hears  him  praj  : 

His  dear  anointed  one: 
He  cannot  turn  away. 

The  presence  of  his  Son; 
His  spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconcil'd, 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear; 
"With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh 
And  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry. 


56 


P.  M. 

Mourning  Souls. 

POOR  mourning  souls  in  deep  distress- 
Making  sad  lamentation, 
Find  themselves  lost  in  wickedness, 

And  under  condemnation; 
While  thunderbolts  from  Sinai's  mount, 

Do  sound  with  loudest  terror, 
And  they  as  nought  in  God's  account, 
Are  drowned  in  grief  and  sorrow. 

2  But  who  is  He  that  looketh  forth, 

Sweet  as  the  blooming  morning, 
Fair  as  the  moon,  clear  as  the  sun, 

'Tis  Jesus  Christ  adorning. 
Jesus  can  clothe  my  naked  soul; 

Jesus  for  me  hat Ii  died: 
And  now  I  can  with  pleasure  sing", 

My  wants  are  all  supplied. 


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SACRED    MELODIES.  59 


P.  M. 


DROOPING  saints  no  longer  grieve 
Heaven  is  propitious  ; 
If  in  Christ  you  do  believe 

You  will  find  Him  precious  j 
Jesus  now  is  passing  by 

Calling  mourners  to  him  ; 
He  has  died  for  you  and  I, 
Now  look  up  and  view  him. 

From  his  hands,  his  feet  and  side 

Flows  a  healing  fountain  ; 
See  the  consolating  tide, 

Boundless  as  the  ocean  ; 
See  the  healing  waters  move 

For  the  sick  and  dying, 
Now  resolve  to  gain  his  love, 

Or  to  perish  trying. 

Streaming  mercy  how  it  flows 

Now  I  know  I  feel  it, 
Half  has  never  yet  been  told 

Yet  I  want  to  tell  it  ; 
Jesus'  blood  has  healed  my  wounds, 

O  the  wond'rous  story, 
I  was  lost  but  now  am  found, 

Glory  !  glory  !  glory  ! 

Glory  to  my  Savior's  name, 
Saints  arc  bound  to  love  him  ; 

Mourners  you  may  do  the  same, 
Only  come  and  prove  him. 

Hasten  to  the  Savior's  blood, 


60  SACRED    MELODIES. 

Feel  it,  and  declare  it ; 
Oh  that  I  could  sing  so  loud, 

That  all  the  world  might  hear  it! 

5  If  no  greater  joys  are  known 

In  the  upper  region, 
I  will  try  to  travel  on, 

In  this  pure  religion. 
Heaven's  here,  and  heaven's  there, 

Glory's  here  and  yonder  ; 
Brightest  seraphs  shout  amen, 

While  all  the  angels  wonder. 


58 


P.  M. 

Self-Examination. 

TIS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought. 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus? 

Why  this  dull,  this  lifeless  frame? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse  ; 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case! 
Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun  ; 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

4  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray  ; 

If  I  have  not  loved  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 


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SACRED    MELODIES.  61 

C.  M. 

Fellowship. 

OUR  souls  by  love  together  knit. 
Cemented,  mix'd  in  one. 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 
'Tis  heav'n  on  earth  begun. 

2  Our  hearts  have  often  burn'd  within, 

And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire, 
While  Jesus  spoke,  and  fed,  and  blest, 
And  fill'd  th'  enlarg'd  desire. 

3  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 

And  set'st  thy  starry  crown  ; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaim'd  by  thee  thine  own  ; 

4  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

We  sinners,  sav'd  by  grace, 
From  glory  unto  glory  chang'd, 
Behold  thee  face  to  face. 

fift  lls 

vv  O  turn  ye. 

OTURN  ye,  poor  sinners,  for  why  will  ye 
die, 
When  God, in  great  mercy,  is  corning  so  nigh? 
Now  Jesus  invites,  and  the  Spirit  says,  come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion  that  while  you  delay, 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying  away! 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just  as 

you  be, 
While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowingso  free. 


02  SACRED    MELODIES. 

3  And  now  Christ  is  read}'  your  souls  to  receive, 
O,  how  can  you  question,  if  you. will  believe? 
If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come? 
'Tis  you  he  bids  welcome  ;    he  bids  you  come 

home. 

4  In  riches,  in  pleasure,  what  can  you  obtain 
To  soothe  your  affliction,  or  banish  your  pain  ? 
To  bear  up  your  spirit  when  summon'd  to  die 
Or  waft  you  to  mansions  of  glory  on  high? 

5  Why  will  you  be  starving  or  feeding  on  air? 
There's  mercy  in  Jesus,  enough,  and  to  spare; 
If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial,  and  see, 
And  prove  that  his  mercy  is  boundless  and  free. 

6  Come,  give  us  your  hand,  and  the  Savior  your 

heart, 
And  trusting  in   Heaven  we  never  shall  part  ; 
O  how  can  we  leave  you?     Why  will  you  not 

come  ? 
We'll  journey  together,  and  soon  be  at  home. 


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P.  M. 


JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee  ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shall  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition ! 
God  and  heaven  are  all  my  own. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  mc — 
They  have  left  my  Savior  too  ; 


SACRED    MELODIES.  63 

Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me, — 
Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue. 

And  whilst  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 
God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 

Foes  may  hate  and  friends  disown  me — 
Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

S  Go  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure  ; 

Come  disaster,  scorn  and  pain  ; 
In  thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure, 

With  thy  favor,  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  called  thee,  Abba  Father, 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee  ; 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast  ; 
Life  with  trials,  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
Oh !  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me; 
Oh !  *twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 

5  Haste  thee  on,  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith  and  winged  by  prayer  ; 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days  ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


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62 


P.  M. 

MY  flays,  my  weeks,  my  month?,  my  years. 
Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 
Around  the  steady  pole  : 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
And  I  must  launch  through  boundless  deeps, 
Where  endless  ages  roll. 

The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen, 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between, 

And  whisper  as  they  l3y  ; 
" Unthinking  man,  remember  this, 

Though  fond  of  sublunary  bliss, 
That  you  must  groan  and  die." 

How  great  the  bliss,  how  great  the  wo, 
Hangs  on  this  inch  of  time  below, 

On  this  precarious  breath  ; 
The  Lord  of  nature  only  knows, 
Whether  another  year  shall  close, 

Ere  I  expire  in  death. 

But  will  my  soul  be  then  extinct, 
And  cease  to  live,  and  cease  to  think? 

It  cannot,  cannot  be  ; 
No,  my  immortal  cannot  die, 
What  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly, 

When  death  shall  set  thee  freer 

Will  mercy  then  her  arms  extend. 
Will  Jesus  be  thy  guardian  friend? 

And  heaven  thy  dwelling  place? 
Or  shall  insulted  fiends  appear 
To  drag  thee  down  to  dark  despair. 

Below  the  reach  of  erace? 


SACRED    MELODIES. 

6  A  heaven  or  hell,  and  these  alone, 
Beyond  the  present  life  are  known, 

There  is  no  middle  state; 
To-day  attend  the  call  divine, 
To-morrow  may  be  none  of  thine, 
Or  it  may  be  too  late. 

7  O  do  not  pass  this  as  a  dream, 
Vast  is  the  change,  wbat'er  it  seem, 

To  poor  unthinking  man: 
Lord,  at  thy  footstool  I  would  bow; 
Bid  conscience  plainly  tell  me  now, 

What  it  would  tell  me  then. 

8  If  in  destruction's  road  I  :<tray, 
Help  me  to  choose  the  better  way, 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high; 
Thy  grace  impart,  my  guilt  forgive, 
Nor  let  me  ever  dare  to  live, 

Such  as  I  dare  not  die. 


63 


P.  M. 


HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see; 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  buds  and  sweet  flow 
ers, 
Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  to  me. 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim; 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice, 
r. 


66  SACRED     MELODIES. 

His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 

I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 
Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear, 

No  mortal  so  happy  as  I; 
My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

8  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign 'd, 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind. 
While  blest  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear, 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 
0  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore, 
Or  take  me  to  thee  upon  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 


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L.  M. 

Morning  Hymn. 

O  COULD  my  soul  this  morning  rise? 
And  feel  that  life  that  never  dies; 
I'd  praise  that  hand  with  all  my  powers, 
That  guarded  my  unguarded  hours. 

>Tis  he  who  gives  me  life  divine, 

In  him  eternal  joys  are  mine; 
Then  rouse  my  soul  hid  sloth  adieu, 

Thy  Jesus  love  and  him  pursue. 


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SACRED    MELODIES.  67 

Haste  on  to  that  immortal  shore. 

Where  night  and  sleep  are  known  no  more ; 
Then  shall  I  soon  in  glory  rise, 

With  seraphs  in  a  sweet  surprise. 

Then  shall  I  raise  a  morning  song, 
With  all  the  vast  angelic  throng; 
Singing  in  everlasting  peace, 

My  morning  song  shall  never  cease. 

P.  M. 

The  Spiritual  Pilgrim 

HOW  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot, 
How  free  from  every  anxious  thought, 
From  worldly  hope  and  fear ! 
Confin'd  to  neither  court  nor  cell, 
His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell; 
He  only  sojourns  here. 

2  This  happiness  in  part  is  mine; 
Already  sav'd  from  low  design, — 

From  ev'ry  creature-love — 
Bless'd  with  the  scorn  offinite  good, 
My  soul  islighten'd  of  its  load," 

And  seeks  the  things  above. 

3  The  things  eternal  I  pursue. 
And  happiness  beyond  the  view 

Of  those  who  basely  pant 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen: 
Their  honors,  wealth,  and  pleasures  mean, 

I  neither  have  nor  want. 

4  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own: 
A  stranger,  to  the  world  unknown, 

I  all  their  goods  despise; 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight, 


68  SACRED    MEL0DJE3. 

And  seek  a  city  out  of  sight, — 
A  city  in  the  skies. 

5  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair; 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there, 

And  my  abiding  home; 
For  me,  my  elder  brethren  stay. 
And  angels  beckon  me  away, 
And  Jesus  bids  me  come. 


66 


L.  M. 

To-Bay. 

TO-DAY,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice- 
Say,  will  you  be  forever  blest, 
And  with  the  glorious  Jesus  rest? 

2  Will  you  be  saved  from  guilt  and  pain? 
Will  you  with  Christ  forever  reign? 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount Zion  go? 

Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 

3  Come,  blooming  youth,  for  ruin  bound, 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound; 
Come,  go  with  us  and  ytm  shall  prove 
The  joys  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

4  Behold,  he's  waiting  at  your  door  ! 
Make  now  your  choice,  O,  halt  no  more, 
Say,  sinner,  say,  what  will  you  do? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 

5  Your  sports  and  all  your  glittering  toys, 
Compared  with  our  celestial  joys, 
Like  momentary  dreams  appear; 
Come,  go  with  us— your  souJs  ar#  dear. 


SACRED    MELODIES. 

6  Why  rush  in  sinful  pleasures  on? 
Why  madly  plunge  in  ruin  down? 
Say j  without  Christ,  what  can  you  do? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 

7  O,  must  we  bid  you  all  farewell; 

Wt  bound  to  heaven,  and  you  to  hell? 
Still  God  may  hear  us  while  we  pray, 
And  change  you,  ere  that  burning  day. 

8  Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name, 
We  know  his  love  remains  the  same; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go? 
Say,  will  you  nave  this  Christ  or  no? 


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P.  M. 

OTHOLT  in  whose  presence 
My  soul  takes  delight, 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call; 
My  comfort  by  day, 
And  my  song  in  the  night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation  and  all. 

Where  dost  thou  at  noontide 
Resort  with  thy  sheep, 

To  feed  in  the  pastures  of  love? 
For  why  in  the  valley 
Of  death  should  I  weep, 

Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove? 

0  why  should  I  wander 

An  alien  from  thee  ? 
Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread? 

Thy  foes  will  rejoice, 

When  my  sorrows  they  see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 


70  SACRED    MELODIES. 

4  V'e  daughters  of  Zion, 
Declare,  have  you  seen 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shown. 

Say,  if  in  your  tents 

My  beloved  has  been, 
Or  where  with  his  flock  he  has  gone. 

5  This  is  my  beloved, 
His  form  is  divine, 

His  vestments  shed  odors  around; 
The  locks  of  his  head 
Are  as  grapes  on  the  vine, 

When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd. 

6  Like  the  fair  rose  of  Sharon, 
Or  lilies  that  grow 

In  the  vales,  on  the  banks  of  the  streams, 
On  his  checks  does  the  beauty 
Of  excellence  glow — 

And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  of  beams. 

7  His  voice  as  the  sound, 
Of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 

Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death; 

The  cedars  of  Lebanon 

Bow  at  his  feet, 
And  the  air  is  perfum'd  with  his  breath. 

8  His  lips  as  a  fountain 
Of  righteousness  flow, 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace. 

From  thence,  their  Salvation 

The  Gentiles  shall  know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

9  Love  sits  on  his  eyelids, 
And  scatters  delight, 


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Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high; 

Their  faces  the  cherubim 

Veil  in  his  sight, 
And  praise  him  with  fullness  of  joy. 

10  He  looks,  and  ten  thousands 

Of  angels  rejoice, 
And  myriads  wait  for  his  word! 
He  speaks  and  eternity, 
Fill;d  with  his  voice, 
'  Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 


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C.  M 

ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  staud, 
And  cast  a  vrisbfal  e\e. 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  0  the  transporting  rapt'rous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight! 
Sweet  fields  array 'd  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight. 

3  There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail, 

On  trees  immortal  grow: 
There  rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and  vale. 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains," 

Shines  one  eternal  day; 
There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns. 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds  nor  pois'nous  breath, 

Can  reach  'hut  healthful  shore; 


72  SACRED    MELODIES. 

Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blc:-r. 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest? 

7  FilTd  with  delight,  my  raptnr'd  soul, 

Would  here  no  longer  stay  ! 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

8  There  on  those  high  and  flowery  plains, 

Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire; 
But  in  perpetual  joyful  strains, 
Redeeming  love  admire. 


69 


C.  M. 

~W  ORD  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
-fl-i     As  happy  Simeon  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Savior  here; 
O  make  our  joys  the  same! 

2  With  what  divine  and  vast  t'elight, 

The  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 
When  fondly  in  his  wither'd  arms, 
He  clasped  the  holy  child. 

3  "Now  I  can  leave  this  world,  he  cried. 

Behold  thy  servant  dies ! 
I've  seen  thy  groat  salvation,  Lord, 
And  close  my  peaceful  eyes. 

4  This  is  the  light  prepared  to  shine, 

Upon  the  Gentile  lands; 


SACRED    MELODIES.  73 

Thine  Israel's  glory,  and  their  hope, 
To  break  their  slavish  bands. 

5  Jesus!    the  vision  of  thy  face, 

Hath  overpowering  charms, 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 

6  Then  while  ye  hear  my  heart  strings  break 

How  sweet  my  minutes  roll ! 
A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek. 
And  glory  in  my  soul. 

'0  P.    M. 

THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
To  mourning  wand'rers  given, 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distrest, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 
'Tis  found  above  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  soft,  a  downy  bed, 

'Tis  fair  as  breath  of  even, 
A  couch  for  weary  mortals  spread, 
Where  they  may  rest  the  aching  head, 

And  find  repose  in  heaven. 

3  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, 
When  tost  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls 

And  all  is  drear — but  heaven. 

4  Now  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  given; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
Sees  ev'ning  shadows  quickly  fly, 

A  lid  all  serene  in  heaven. 


74  SACRED    MELODIES. 

5  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 
And  joys  supreme  are  given, 

There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom; 

Beyond  the  dark  and  narrow  tomb, 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven . 

71  L.   M. 

1  L     Christ's  dying,  risirig  and  reigning. 

HE  dies! — the  Friend  of  sinners  dies, 
Lo!  Salem's  daughters  weep  around! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies! 
A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 
For  him  who  groan 'd  beneath  your  load; 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you — 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

S  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree — 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see  ! 
Jesus,  the  dead — revives  again  ! 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb! 
(In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rise.) 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies! 

5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  Deliv'rer  reigns; 
Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant  death  in  chains! 

6  Say.  "  Live  for  ever,  glorious  King, 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save!" 
Then  ask — "  0  death,  where  is  thy  sting? 
And  where  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  !" 


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SACRED    MELODIES.  75 


P.  M. 


BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 
The  gladly  solemn  sound; 
Let  all  the  nations  know. 

To  earth's  remotest  bound: 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb; 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 

Through  all  the  lands  proclaim: 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live: 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  pardoning  grace; 
Ye  favored  souls  draw  near; 

Behold  your  Savior's  face: 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home 

5  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made; 
Ye  weary  spirits  rest, 

Ye  mournful  souls  be  glad: 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


76  SACRED    MELODIES. 

•  ^  P.  M. 

COME  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue, 
Roil  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still,  till  our  master  appear, 
His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfil. 

And  our  talents  improve, 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor  of  love. 

2  Our  life  as  a  dream,  our  time  as  a  stream, 

Glides  swiftly  away; 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay; 
The  arrow  is  flown,  the  moment  is  gone; 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here. 

S  0  that  each  in  the  day  of  his  coming  may  say 
I  have  fought  my  way  through 
I  have  finished  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  to 

do! 
O  that  each   from  his  Lord,  may  receive  the 
glad  word, 
Well  and  faithfully  done! 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne. 


74 


C.  M. 

HOW  happy  every  child  of  grace, 
Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven  ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 

I  seek  my  place  in  heaven: 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, — 

Yet,  O!  by  faith  I  see, 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saint's  deliglit, 
The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  77 

2  0  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  antedate  that  day; 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 

Our  life  in  Christ  concealed, 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here, 

Our  earthen  vessels  rilled. 

3  O,  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow. 

And  let  the  vessels  break; 
And  let  our  ransom'd  spirits  go, 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek ! 
In  rapturous  awe,  on  him  to  gaze, 

W^ho  bought  the  sight  for  Die; 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace, 

To  all  eternity. 


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'£>  P.  M. 

OME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore,. 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  power; 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, 

Without  money 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  lingerr 

Nor  of  fitness  fondlv  dream; 


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SACRED    MELODIES. 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him; 

This  he  gives  you 
'Tis  the  spirit's  glimm'ring  beam. 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 
Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 

If  you  tarry  'till  you're  better, 

"Xou  will  never  come  at  all; 

Not  the  righteous, — 

Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo!  your  Maker  prostrate  lies! 
On  the  bloody  tree,  behold  him! 

Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 
"  It  is  finished!" 

Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice? 

Lo!  th'  incarnate  God  ascending, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood; 

Ventune  on  him,  venture  freely; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude; 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

Saints  and  angels  joined  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven, 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name; 

Hallelujah! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 


P.  M. 

WHY  sleep  we,   my   brethren  ?  come   lei 
us  arise, 


SACRED     MELODIES.  79 

0,  why  should   we   slumber   in   sight  of  the 

prize? 
Salvation  is  nearer,  our  days  are  far  spent, 
O,  let  us  be  active — awake!  and  repent. 

2  0,  how  can  we  slumber!  the  Master  is  come, 
And  calling  on  sinners  to  seek  them  a  home; 
The  Spirit  and  Bride  now  in  concert  unite, 
The  weary  they  welcome,  the  careless  invite. 

3  0,  how  can  we  slumber  !  our  foes  are  awake; 
To  ruin  poor  souls,  every  effort  they  make, 
To  accomplish  their  object;  no  means  are   un- 
tried, 

The  careless  they  comfort,   the  wakeful   mis- 
guide. 

4  0,  how  can  we  slumber !  when  so  much   was 

done, 
To  purchase  Salvation,  by  Jesus,  the  Son  ! 
Now  mercy  is  proffer'd,  and  justice  display'd, 
Now  God  can  be  honored  and  sinners  be  sav'd. 

5  0,  how  can  we   slumber!    when    death   is  so 

near, 
And  sinners  are  sinking  to  endless  despair; 
Now  prayers  may  avail,   and    they   gain   the 

high  prize, 
Before  they  in  torment  shall  lift  up  their  eyes. 

6  0,    how  can   ye   slumber!     ye  sinners   look 

round, 

Before  the  last  trumpet  your  hearts  shall   con- 
found; 

O,  fly  to  the  Savior,  he  calls  you  to-day; 

While  mercy  is  waiting,  O,  make  no  delay. 


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77 


P.  M. 

Saint's  Home. 


THE  pleasures  of  earth,  I   have    seen    fade 
away, 
They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  decay. 
But  pleasures  more  lasting  in  Jesus  are  given, 
Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heaven. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
The  saints  in    those   mansions    are    ever   at 
home. 

2  Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowing  charms! 
The  Savior  invites  me,  I'll  go  to  his  arms; 
At  the  banquet  of  mercy  I  hear  there  is  room, 

0  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children  at  home  ! 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

O  Jesus,  conduct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 

3  Farewell  vain  amusements,  my  follies  adieu, 
While  Jesus  and  heaven  and  glory  I  view; 

1  feast  on   the   pleasures    that  flow  from   his 

throne, 
The    foretaste    of  heaven,  sweet   heaven    my 

home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
O  when  shall  I  share  the  fruition  of  home? 

4  The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away, 

The  time  is  approaching,  when  Jesus  will  say, 
"  Well  done,  faithful  servant,  sit  down  on  my 

throne, 
And  dwell  in  my  presence  forever  at  home.'' 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
0  there  I  shall  rest  with  the  Savior  at  home 


SACRED    MELODIES.  81 

Affliction  and  sorrow  and  death  shall  be  o'er, 
The  saints  shall  unite  to  be  parted  no  more; 
Then  loud  hallelujahs  fill  heaven's  high  dome, 
They  dwell  with  the  Savior,  forever   at  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
The}'  dwell    with   the    Savior,    forever   at 
home. 


78 


C.  M. 

The  Christian's  Trust. 


I'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
Or  to  defend  his  cause; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God!  I  know  his  name, 
His  name  is  all  my  trust; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Or  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

S  Firm  as  his  throne,  his  promise  stands 
And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands; 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 
Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 


79 


P.  M. 

WOULD  not  live  alway :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm   rises  dark    o'er 
the  way; 


8*2  SACRED    MELODIES. 

I    would   not  live  alway  :   No-— welcome    the 

tomb, 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain    there,    I  dread   not   its 

gloom. 

2  O,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God, 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode? 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure   flow   o'er   the 

bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns; 

3  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their     Savior    and     brethren   transported  to 

greet; 
While  the   anthems  of  pleasure   unceasingly 

roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the   Lord  is  the  life   of  the 

soul. 


80 


S.  M. 

AH  !  whither  should  I  go, 
Burdened,  and  sick,  and  faint? 
To  whom  should  I  my  trouble  show, 
And  pour  out  my  complaint? 

2  My  Savior  bids  me  come; 

Ah  !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 
And  yet  from  him  I  stay  ! 

3  What  is  it  keeps  me  back 

From  which  I  cannot  part? 
Which  will  not  let  the  Savior  take 
Possession  of  my  heart? 

4  Some  cursed  thing  unknown 

Must  surely  lurk  within; 


SACRED    MELODIES.  S3 

Some  idol  which  I  will  not  own; 
Some  secret  bosom  sin. 

5  JeSus,  the  hindrance  show, 

Which  I  have  feared  to  see; 
And  let  me  now  consent  to  know 
What  keeps  me  back  from  thee. 

6  Searcher  of  hearts,— in  mine 

Thy  trying  power  display; 
Into  its  darkest  corners  shine, 
And  take  the  veil  away. 

0 1  C.  M. 

*-'-*-  Baptism. 

ALMIGHTY  Savior,  here  we  stand, 
Rang'd  by  the  water  side; 
Hither  we  come,  at  thy  command, 
To  wait  upon  thy  bride. 

2  Thy  footsteps  marked  this  humble  way, 

For  all  that  love  thy  cause; 
Lord!  thy  example  we  obey, 
And  glory  in  jhe  cross. 

3  Our  dearest  Lord,  we'll  follow  thee, 

Where'er  thou  lead'st  the  way;  [vale, 

Thro'  floods,  thro'  flames,  thro'  death's  dark 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 


82 


P.  M. 

^ALEM'S  bright  King,  Jesus  by  name, 
^9  In  ancient  time  to  Jordan  came, 

All  righteousness  to  fill; 
'Twas  there  the  ancient  Baptist  stood, 


94  SACRED    MELODIES. 

Whose  name  was  John,  a  man  of  God, 
To  do  his  Master's  will. 

2  The  holy  Jesus  did  demand 

His  right  to  be  baptiz'd  and  then — 

The  baptist  gave  consent; 
On  Jordan's  bank  they  did  prepare, 
The  baptist  and  his  Master  dear, 

Then  down  the  bank  they  went. 

3  Down  in  old  Jordan's  rolling  stream, 
The  baptist  led  the  holy  Lamb, 

And  there  did  him  baptize; 
Jehovah  saw  his  darling  Son, 
And  was  well  pleas'd  in  what  he'd  done, 

And  own'd  him  from  the  skies. 

4  The  opening  heaven  now  complies, 
The  Holy  Ghostlike  lightning  flies, 

Down  from  the  courts  above; 
And  on  the  holy,  heavenly  Lamb, 
The  spirit  lights  and  does  remain, 

In  shape  like  a  fair  dove. 

5  "  This  is  my  Son,"  Jehovah  cries, 
The  echoing  voice  from  glory  flies, 

"  0  Children,  hear  ye  him;" 
Hark!  'tis  his  voice,  behold!  he  cries, 
"  Repent,  believe,  and  be  baptiz'd, 

And  wash  away  your  sin." 

6  Come,  children,  come,  his  voice  obey, 
Salem's  bright  King  has  mark'd  the  way, 

And  has  a  crown  prepar'd. 
O  then  arise  and  give  consent, 
Walk  in  the  way  that  Jesus  went. 

And  have  the  great  reward. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  85 

7  Believing  children,  gather  round, 
And  let  your  joyful  songs  abound, 

With  cheerful  hearts  arise: 
See,  here  is  water,  here  is  room, 
A  loving  Savior  calling,  c(  Come, 

O  children,  be  baptiz'd." 

S  Behold  !  his  servant  waiting  stands, 
With  willing  heart  and  ready  hands, 

To  wait  upon  the  bride; 
Ye  candidates,  your  hearts  prepare, 
And  let  us  join  in  solemn  prayer, 

Down  by  the  water  side. 


83 


C.  M. 

OUR  dearest  Lord  look  from  above 
On  us  assembled  here; 
O,  grant  thy  presence  and  thy  love, 
Our  fainting  minds  to  cheer. 

2  Here  we  are  come  to  be  baptized, 

His  wise  commands  obey; 
Who  his  own  life  has  sacrifie'd 
To  take  our  sins  away. 

3  No  merit  in  the  mode  we  claim, 

We  imitate  our  head, 
Who  when  baptiz'd  in  Jordan's  stream 
Out  of  the  waves  was  lod. 


84 


P.  M. 

0  the  flowing  stream  of  Jordan, 
Lo!  the  King  of  Zion  came; 
There  the  ancient  Baptist  waited, 


T 


86  SACRED     MELODIES. 

To  immerse  the  spotless  Lamb; 

Tliey  descended, 
To  the  Savior's  watery  grave. 

2  Come  then  ye  who  love  the  Savior, 

Fear  ye  not  to  own  your  Lord, 
Reckless  if  the  world  should  scorn  you, 
Follow  Christ,  obey  his  word; 

He'll  defend  you, 
Fear  ye  not  to  follow  him. 

3  Hear  the  Savior  saying  to  you, 

From  his  glorious  throne  above, 
"  Ye  who  trust  in  me  for  pardon, 
By  obedience  show  your  love, 

Be  baptized, 
My  example  points  the  way." 

4  Lord  our  hearts  incline  to  follow, 

In  the  way  which  thou  didst  tread, 
We  will  turn  from  every  other, 
While  thy  sacred  word  we  read; 

O  Redeemer, 
We  rejoice  to  follow  thee. 


85 


L.  M. 


BEHOLD  the  grave  where  Jesus  lay. 
Before  he  shed  his  precious  blood  ! 
How  plain  he  mark'd  the  humble  way 
To  sinners  through  the  mystic  flood ! 

2  Come,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
Come,  and  obey  his  sacred  word  ; 
He  died,  and  rose  again  for  you  ; 
What  more  could  the  Redeemer  dor 


SACRED    MELODIEg.  $7 

8  Eternal  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

On  these  baptismal  waters  move; 

That  we,  through  energy  divine, 

May  have  the  substance  with  the  sign. 
4  All  ye  that  love  ImmanuePs  name, 

And  long  to  feel  th'  increasing  flame, 

'Tisyou,  ye  children  of  the  light, 

The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  invite. 


88 


P.   M. 

CHRISTIANS  if  your  hearts  be  warm, 
Ice  and  snow  can  do  no  harm  j 
If  by  Jesus  you  are  priz'd 
Rise,  believe  and  be  baptiz'd. 

2  Jesus  drank  the  gall  for  you, 
Bore  the  curse  to  mortals  due. 
Children  prove  your  love  to  him, 
Never  fear  the  frozen  stream. 

3  Never  shun  the  Savior's  cross, 
All  on  earth  is  worthless  dross  j 
If  the  Savior's  love  you  feel, 
Let  the  world  behold  your  zeal. 

4  Fire  is  good  to  warm  the  soul, 
Water  purifies  the  foul; 

Fire  and  water  both  agree, 
Winter  soldiers  never  flee. 

5  Every  season  of  the  year, 
Let  your  worship  be  sincere  ; 
If  in  storms,  you  cannot  roam, 
Serve  your  gracious  Lord  at  homo* 

6  Read  his  sacred  word  by  day, 
Ever  watching,  alwayi  pray; 


I 


83  SACRED    MELODIES. 

Meditate  his  law  by  night, 
This  will  give  you  great  delight. 

^  •    Difficulties  in  the  way  of  duty  surmounted. 

N  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 
My  journey  I'll  pursue; 
Hinder  me  notye  much-lov'd  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes; 
Hinder  me  not,  shall  he  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command; 
Hinder  me  not.  for  I  am  hound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

4  And  when  my  Savior  calls  me  homo, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall   he, 
Hinder  me  not,  come  welcome  death, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee, 

DO  II.   M. 

^^        An  Address  to  the  Holy  Spirit. 

DESCEND,  celestial  Dove, 
And  make  thy  presence  known ; 
Reveal  our  Savior's  love, 
And  seal  us  for  thy  own  ! 
Unhlest  by  thee,  our  works  are  vain; 
Nor  can  we  e'er  acceptance  gain. 

2  When  our  incarnate  God, 
The  sovereign  Prince  of  light, 
In  Jordan's  swelling  flood 


89 


SACRED    MELODIES.  89 

Received  the  holy  rite, 
In  open  view  thy  form  came  down, 
And,  dove-like,  flew  the  King  to  crown. 

3  The  day  was  never  known, 
Since  time  began  its  race, 
On  which  such  glory  shone, 

On  which  was  shone  such  grace, 
As  that  which  shed  in  Jordan's  stream, 
On  Jesus'  head  the  heavenly  beam. 

4  Continue  still  to  shine, 
And  fdl  us  with  thy  fire: 
This  ordinance  is  thine, 
Do  thou  our  souls  inspire  ! 

Thou  wilt  attend  on  all  thy  sons: 

'  Till  time  shall  end,'  thy  promise  runs. 

P.    M. 

BURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 
To  my  raptur'd  vision, 
All  the  extatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  clysian  : 
Lo!  we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies; 
Sons  f)f  righteousness,  arise, 
Ope  the  gates  of  paradise. 

CHORUS. 

O  how  good  it  is  to  be  blest, 
And  dwell  where  loving  Jesus  is. 

Floods  of  everlasting  light! 

Freely  flash  before  him; 
Myriads,  Avith  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  him; 


)  SACKED    MELODIES, 

Angelic  trumps  resound  his  fame; 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name; 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 

O  how  good,  &c. 

3  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise 

From  their  princely  station; 
Shout  his  glorious  victories. 

Sing  the  great  salvation; 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne, 
Cry  in  reverential  tone, 
Glory  be  to  God  alone! 
Holy!  Holy!  Holy  One. 

O  how  good,  &,c. 

4  One  broad  rainbow  round  the  throne, 

Pours  celestial  splendor 
All  within  the  brilliant  zone, 

To  imperial  grandeur; 
Heaven's  pure  arch  reflects  the  blaze, 
Seraphs  sing,  admire  and  gaze, 
Glowing  cherubs  join  the  lays, 
Martyrs  shout  responding  praise, 
O  how  good,  Sac. 

5  Hark,  the  thrilling  symphonies 

Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us; 
Join  we  to  the  holy  lay, 

Jesus!  Jesus!  Jesus! 
Sweetest  sound  on  seraph's  song, 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal's  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung, 
Jesus!  Jesus!  flow  along. 

O  how  good,  &.c. 


90 


SACRED    MELODIES.  91 


L.  M. 


W'HAT  various  hindrances  we  meet, 
In  coming  to  the  mercy  seat; 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there. 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkest  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight, 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright, 
And  Satan  trembles,  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  While  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide, 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side; 

But  when  through  weariness  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Amalek  prevail'd. 

5  Have  you  no  words?  Ah  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow  creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

6  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  Heaven  in  supplication  sent, 
Your  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 

"  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me." 


91 


P.  M. 

OTELL  me  no  more  of  this   world's  vain 
store, 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er; 


92  SACRED    MELODIES. 

A  country  I've  found,  where  true  joys  abound, 
To  dwell  I'm  determin'd  on  that  happy  ground. 

2  The  souls  that  believe  in  paradise  live, 
And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive: 
My  soul,  don't  delay — he  calls  thee  away, 
Rise,  follow  thy    Savior,  and  bless   the   glad 
day. 

S  No  mortal  doth  know  what  he  can  bestow, 
What  light,  strength,    and   comfort — go    after 

him,  go; 
Lo,  onward  I  move  to  a  city  above, 
None  guesses  how  wondrous  my  journey   will 
prove. 

4  Great  spoils  I  shall  win,  from  death,  hell    and 

sin, 
'Midst  outward  affliction, shall  feel  Christ  with- 
in : 
And  when  I'm  to  die,  receive  me,  I'll  cry, 
For  Jesus  hath  lov'd  me,   I  cannot  tell  why. 

5  But  this  I  do  find,  we  two  are  so  join'd, 
He'll  not  live  in  glory,  and  leave  me  behind: 
So  this  is  the  race,  I'm  running  through  grace, 
Henceforth  —  till   admitted    to  see  my  Lord's 

face. 

6  And  now  I  have  care,  that  my  friends  too  may 

share 
These  blessings:  to  seek   them    will   none   of 

you  dare? 
In  bondage,  O  why,  and  death  will  you  lie, 
When  one  here  assures  you,  free  grace  is   so 

niffh? 


92 


SACRED    MELODIES.  9S 

P.  M. 

The  good  Physician. 

HOW  lost  was  my  condition 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  ! 
There  is  but  one  Physician 

Can  cure  the  sin-sick  soul ! 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatched  me  from  the  grave; 
To  tell  to  all  around  me, 
His  wondrous  power  to  save 

The  worst  of  all  diseases, 

Is  light  compar'd  to  sin; 
On  every  part  it  seizes, 

But  rages  most  within. 
'Tis  palsy,  plague  and  fever, 

And  madness  all  combin'd; 
And  none  but  a  believer, 

The  least  relief  can  find. 

From  men  great  skill  professing, 

I  thought  a  cure  to  gain; 
But  this  prov'd  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain: 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost; 
Thus  ev'ry  refuge  fail'd  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 

At  length  this  great  Physician, 
(How  matchless  is  his  grace!) 

Accepted  my  petition, 
And  undertook  my  case: 

He  gave  me  sight  to  view  him, 


94  SACRED     MELODIES. 

For  sin  my  eyes  had  seal'd; 
Then  bade  me  look  unto  him, 
I  look'd  and  I  was  heal'd. 

5  A  risen  living  Jesus, 

Seen  by  an  eye  of  faith; 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death 
Come  then  to  this  Physician, 

His  help  he'll  freely  give; 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 

'Tis  only  look  and  live. 


93 


L.  M. 

My  spirit  shall  not  always  strive. 


^JAY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within, 
^     Oft  whispered  to  thy  secret  soul, 
Urg'd  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control? 

2  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 

Of  worldliness  and  vanity, 
And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath, 

And  warn'd  thee  from  that  wrath  to  flee! 

3  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind: 
That  call  thou  may'st  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

4  Sinner — perhaps  this  very  day, 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be; 
Oh,  should'st  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 


94 


SACRED    MELODIES. 

C.  M. 

The  good  old  way. 


LIFT  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  friends, 
And  taste  the  pleasures  Jesus  sends. 
Let  nothing  cause  you  to  delay, 
But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way. 

2  Our  conflicts  here,  tho'  great  they  be, 
Shall  not  prevent  our  victory; 
If  we  but  watch  and  strive  and  pray, 
Like  soldiers  in  the  good  old  way. 

S  0,  good  old  way,  how  sweet  thou  art; 
May  none  of  us  from  thee  depart. 
But  may  our  actions  always  say, 
We're  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 

4  Though  Satan  may  his  powers  employ 
Our  happiness  for  to  destroy, 

Yet  never  fear,  we'll  gain  the  day, 
And  shout  and  sing  the  good  old  way. 

5  And  when  on  Pisgalrs  top  we  stand,, 
And  view  by  faith  the  promis'd  land, 
Then  we  may  sing,  and  shout  and  pray. 
And  march  along  the  good  old  way. 

6  Ye  valiant  souls,  for  heaven  contend, 
Remember  glory's  at  the  end; 

Our  God  will  wipe  all  tears  away, 
When  we  have  run  the  good  old  way. 

7  Then,  far  beyond  this  mortal  shore, 
We'll  meet  with  those  who've  gone  before, 
And  shout  to  think  we've  gain'd  the  day. 
By  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 


96  SACRED     MELODIES. 


95 


C.  M. 

OFOR  a  heart  that  loves  to  pray, 
To  converse  with  the  Lord; 
Fain  would  I  give  myself  away, 
And  lean  upon  his  word. 

2  O  for  invigorating  grace, 
To  raise  my  soul  above; 
O  for  that  heavenly-mindedness 
That  Satan  cannot  move. 

S  O  for  that  fortitude  which  can 
My  every  fear  control; 
Then  would  the  dread  of  sinful  man 
No  more  disturb  my  soul. 

4  Lord,  thou  canst  conquer  every  foe,^ 
Thy  grace  can  sanctify : 
Amen:  O  Lord,  may  it  be  so, 
Let  my  corruptions  die. 


96 


The  Church's  Welcome. 
Receiving  Members. 


Air — M  Daughter  of  Zion." 

CHILDREN  of  Zion!    what  harp  notes  are 
stealing, 
So  soft  o'er  our  senses,  so  soothingly  sweet; — 
5Tis  the    music  of  angels,  their    raptures  re- 
vealing, 
That  you  have  been  brought  to  the  Holy  One's 
feet. 
Children  of  Zion!  we  join  in  their  welcome; 
'Tis  sweet  to  lie  low  at  that  blessed  retreat. 


SACRED    MELODIES. 


97 


Children  of  Zion!  no  longer  in  sadness. 

Retrain  from  the  feast  that  your   Savior  hath 
given; 

Come  taste  of  the  cup  of  salvation  with  glad- 
ness, 

And  think  of  the  banquet  still  sweet  in  heaven. 
Children  of  Zion  !    our  hearts  bid  you  wel- 
come, 
To  the  church  of  the  ransom'd — the  king- 
dom of  Heaven. 

Children  of  Zion!  we  joyfully  hail  you  ! 
Who've  entered  the  sheepfold,   through  Jesus 

the  door; 
While  pilgrims  on  earth,   though  the  foe  may 

assail  you, 
Press  forward, and  soon  will  the  conflict  be  o'er. 
Children  of  Zion!  Oh  welcome,  thrice  wel- 


97 


Till  we  meet  where  the    foe  shall 
you  no  more. 

L.  M. 


JESUS!  and  shall  it  ever  be 
A  mortal  man  asham'd  ol 
Asham'd  of  thee  whom  angels 
Whose  glories  shine  through 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  just  as  so^ 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of 


98  SACRED    MELODIES. 

5Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  till  he, 
Bright  morning  star,  Lids  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend' 
No!  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  hjs  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  yes  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away; 
No  tears  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  Till  then,  nor  is  my  boasting  vain, 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Savior  slain; 
And  O  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me. 

7  His  institutions  I  will  prize, 

Take  up  the  cross,  the  shame  despise, 
Dare  to  defend  his  noble  cause, 
yield  obedience  to  his  laws. 

P.  M. 
T  think  ye  of  Christ?  is  the  test, 
try  both  your  state  and  your  scheme; 
be  right  in  the  rest, 
think  rightly  of  him. 
pears  in  your  vie»v, 
ed  or  not; 
posed  to  you, 
r  wrath  is  your  lot, 

a  creature  to  be, 
angel  at  most; 
ve  not  feelings  like  me, 
gmselves  wmtrhrd  and  !«> 


SACRED    MELODIES.  99 

So  guilty,  so  helpless  am  I, 
I  could  not  confide  in  his  word, 
Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 
Unless  I  could  call  him  my  Lord. 

3  Some  call  him  a  Savior  in  word, 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  the  plan; 
And  hope  he  his  help  will  afford, 
When  they  have  done  all  that  they  can. 
If  doings  prove  rather  too  light, 
(A  little  they  own  they  may  fail) 
They  purpose  to  make  up  full  weight 
By  casting  his  name  in  the  scale. 

4  Some  style  him  the  pearl  of  great  price. 
And  say  he's  the  fountain  of  joys; 

Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice, 
And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys: 
Like  Judas,  the  Savior  they  kiss, 
And  while  they  salute  him  betray. 
Ah!  what  will  profession  like  this, 
Avail  in  that  terrible  day  ! 

5  If  ask'd  what  of  Jesus  1  think? 

Though  still  my  best  thoughts  are  but  poor, 

1  say  he's  my  meat  and  my  drink, 

My  life,  and  my  strength,  and  my  store. 

My  shepherd,  my  husband,  my  friend. 

My  Savior  from  sin  and  from  thrall, 

My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 

My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  all. 

L.  M. 

Perseverance  in  the  Christian  life. 

ROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
And  thousands  walk  together  there; 


99 


B 


100  SACRED    MELODIES. 

While  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  "  Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross," 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command; 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  win  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  treads  the  path  of  life  no  more, 
Forgets  what  joys  await  thy  saints, 
And  makes  his   own  destruction  sure. 

4  Let  not  my  hopes,  like  such,  be  vain; 

But  striving  with  thy  faithful  few, 
May  I  that  pledge  of  glory  gain, 
Which  false  pretenders  never  knew. 


100 


C.  M. 

Regeneration. 


^INNERS,  this  solemn  truth  regard. 
W     Hear,  all  ye  sons  of  men; 
For  Christ  the  Savior  hath  declar'd, 


"  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

2  Whate'er  might  be  your  birth  or  blood. 

The  sinner's  boast  is  vain; 
Thus  saith  the  glorious  Son  of  God, 
"  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

3  Our  nature's  totally  depraved, — 

The  heart  a  sink  of  sin; 
Without  a  change  we  can't  be  saved; 
"Ye  must  be  born  again." 

4  Spirit  of  life,  thy  grace  impart, 

And  breathe  on  sinners  slain; 


SACRED    MELODIES.  102 

Bear  witness,  Lord,  in  ev'ry  heart, 
That  we  are  born  again. 


101 


C.  M. 

TjjF  IFT  up  your  hearts  to  things  above, 
H-J     Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb; 
And  join  with  us  to  praise  his  love, 
And  glorify  his  name. 

2  To  Jesus'  name  give  thanks  and  sing, 

Whose  mercies  never  end; 
Rejoice!  rejoice!  the  Lord  is  King, 
The  King  is  now  our  Friend. 

3  We  for  his  sake  count  all  things  loss, 

On  earthly  good  look  down, 
And  joyfully  sustain  the  cross, 
Till  we  receive  the  crown. 

4  0  let  us  stir  each  other  up, 

Our  faith  by  works  t'  approve; 
By  holy  purifying  hope, 
And  the  sweet  task  of  love. 

5  Let  all  who  for  the  promise  wait, 

The  Holy  Ghost  receive; 
And  rais'd  to  our  unsinning  state, 
With  God  in  Eden  live. 

6  Live  till  the  Lord  in  glory  come, 

And  wait  his  heav'n  to  share; 

He  now  is  fitting  up  your  home, 

Go  on,  we'll  meet  you  there. 


102 

O 


P.  M. 

NCE  more  in  the  Redeemer's  name, 
Dear  brethren  we  have  met  again, 


102  SACRED    MELODIES. 

To  speak,  and  pray,  and  sing; 
Now  let  each  one  obey  the  call, 
Of  him  who  tasted  death  for  all, 

Our  everlasting  king. 

2  Since  I  was  here,  how  have  you  done? 
How  have  you  walk'd,  how  have  you  run? 

Or,  like  the  eagle,  flew, 
Or  have  you  fell  in  despond's  slough? 
Then  look  to  him  who  sees  you  now, 

To  raise  your  minds  anew. 

3  What  kind  of  manna  have  you  had? 
Come  tell  me  whether  good  or  bad; 

The  source  from  whence  it  came; 
Have  you  been  fed  from  Christ  above, 
By  those  who  say  they  came  in  love, 

To  lead  along  the  lame? 

4  Does  union  in  your  hearts  abound, 
As  once  it  did  to  hear  the  sound, 

Of  trembling  groans  and  cries? 
When  all  as  one,  to  Christ  did  go, 
To  save  them  from  that  dreadful  wo 

And  wipe  their  weeping  eyes? 

5  Christ  crucified  is  what  I  know, 
His  cause  the  reason  why  I  go, 

O'er  hills  and  valleys  through; 
'Tis  for  his  cause  I  leave  my  home, 
To  sound  his  fame,  for  this  I  roam; 

For  this  I  come  to  you. 

6  And  while  I'm  call'd  to  leave  my  home, 
And  o'er  creation  wide  to  roam, 

My  friends  may  think  of  me, 


SACRED    MELODIES.  103 

Not  knowing  what  or  how  I  do, 
While  1  am  come  to  visit  you 
And  preach  the  gospel  free. 

0  Jesus  come  fill  all  our  souls, 
May  we  all  be  like  golden  bowls, 

Around  thine  altar  strung; 
Our  cups  o'er  flow  with  love  sincere, 
Till  we  shall  sing  salvatiou  clear, 

In  everlasting  songs. 


103 


P.    M. 

The  gloom  of  Autumn. 


MAIL,  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow, 
View  with  me  th'  Autumnal  gloom; 
Learn  from  thence  your  fate  to-morrow, 

Dead,  perhaps  laid  in  the  tomb. 
See  all  nature  fading,  dying, 

Silent,  all  things  seem  to  mourn, 
Life  from  vegetation  flying, 

Brings  to  mind,  the  mould'ring  urn. 

1  What  to  me  are  autumn's  treasures! 

Since  I  know  no  earthly  joy, 
Long  I've  lost  all  earthly  pleasures, 

Time  must  youth  and  health  destroy. 
Pleasures  once  I  fondly  courted, 

Shared  each  bliss  that  youth  bestows, 
But,  to  see  where  then  I  sported, 

Now  embitters  all  my  woes. 

S  Age  and  sorrow  since  have  blasted, 
Every  youthful,  pleasing  dream; 
Quiv'ring  age,  with  youth  contrasted, 
Oh.  how  short  their  irlories  seem. 


104  SACRED    MELODIES. 

As  the  annual  frosts  are  cropping, 
Leaves  and  tendrils  from  the  trees, 

So  my  friends  are  yearly  dropping, 
Through  old  age  and  dire  disease. 

4  Former  friends,  how  oft  I've  sought  'em, 

Just  to  cheer  my  drooping  mind, 
But  they've  gone,  like  leaves  in  autumn, 

Driven  before  the  dreary  wind. 
When  a  few  more  years  I've  wasted, 

When  a  few  more  springs  are  gone, 
When  a  few  more  griefs  I've  tasted, 

I  shall  live  to  die  no  more. 

5  Fast,  my  sun  of  life's  declining, 

I  must  sleep  in  death's  dark  night; 
But  my  hope,  pure  and  refining, 

Rests  in  future  life  and  light. 
Cease  this  trembling,  fearing,  sighing, 

Christ  will  burst  the  silent  tomb, 
Then  the  saints  shall  upwards  flying, 

Rise  into  immortal  bloom. 


104 


C.  JVI. 

7"HILE  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by 
night, 


All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  u  Fear  not,"  said  he,  (for  mighty  dread 
Had  seiz'd  their  troubled  mind;) 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  vou  and  all  mankind. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  105 

3  "  To  you  in  David's  town,  this  day, 

Is  born  of  David's  line, 
The  Savior  who  is  Christ  the  Lord; 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign. 

4  "  The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find 

To  human  view  displayed, 
All  meanly  wrapp'd  in  swathing  bands 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appear'd  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels  praising  God  on  high, 
And  thus  address'd  their  song: 

6  "  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace; 
Good-will,  henceforth  from  heav'n  to  men,' 
Begin  and  never  cease." 


105 


C.  M. 

Death  of  Christ  on  the  Cross. 

EHOLD  the  Savior  of  mankind 
Nailed  to  the  shameful  tree! 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
To  bleed — and  die — for  me ! 

"  My  God,"  he  cries — all  nature  shakes, 
And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend! 

The  temple's  vail  in  sunder  breaks — 
The  solid  marbles  rend! 

"  'Tis  finished — now  the  ransom's  paid — 

Receive  my  soul,"  he  cries; 
Behold  he  bows  his  sacred  head — 

He  bows  his  head  and  dies! 


106  SACRED    MELODIES. 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 
And  in  full  glory  shine: 
O  Lamb  of  God — was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  thine! 


106 


P.  M. 


4ND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
And  let  it  faint  and  die; 
My  soul  shall  quit  this  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high: 
Shall  join   the  glorified  saints, 

And  find  its  long  sought  rest; 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants, 
In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain: 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain. 
I  suffer  on  my  threescore  years, 

Till  my  deliverer  come; 
And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  O  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me? 

Before  my  ravished  eyes, 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 

And  trees  of  paradise . 
I  see  a  host  of  brethren  bright, 

Who  taste  the  pleasures  there; 
They  all  are  rob'd  in  spotless  white, 

And  conqu'ring  palms  they  bear. 

4  O,  what  are  all  my  suff'rings  here, 

If  Lord  thou  count  me  meet, 


SACRED    MELODIES.  107 


With  that  enraptur'd  host  to  appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet. 
Giye  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away; 
But  let  me  find  pay  friends  again, 

In  that  eternal  day. 

1  07  ^e  Macedonian  Cry. 

M\J§  EY     AMOS     SUTTON. 

HARK!  what  cry  arrests  ray  ear, 
Hark!  what  accents  of  despair, 
'Tis  the  heathen's  dying  prayer; 
Friends  of  Jesus,  hear. 
-2  Men  of  God,  to  you  we  cry, 
Rests  on  you  our  tearful  eye, 
Help  us,  christians,  or  we  die, 
Die  in  dark  despair. 

3  Hasten,  christians,  haste  to  save, 
O'er  the  land,  and  o'er  the  wave, 
Dangers,  Death,  and  distance  brave, 

Hark  !  for  help  they  call. 

4  Afric  bends  her  suppliant  knee, 
Asia  spreads  her  hands  to  thee, 
Hark!  they  urge  the  heaven-born  plea, 

Jesus  died  for  all. 

5  Haste  then,  spread  the  Savior's  name, 
.Snatch  the  firebrands  from  the  flame, 
Deck  his  glorious  diadem 

With  their  ransom'd  souls. 

6  See  !  the  pagan  altars  fall, 
See!  the  Savior  reigns  o'er  all; 
Crown  Him!  crown  Him!  Lord  of  all,. 

Echoes  round  the  poles. 


10S  SACRED     MELODIES. 


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■*-V\^j        Monthly  Concert  of  Prayer. 

iLY,  thou  heavenly  gospel  message, 
FJy  to  yonder  foreign  lands; 
Let  the  Savior's  promis'd  blessing, 
Reach  the  distant  heathen  bands. 

2  Go,  ye  heralds  of  salvation, 

Tell  the  heathen  far  and  wide, 
Jesus  bled  to  save  lost  sinners 
Of  each  nation,  tongue  and  tribe. 

3  O  thou  God  of  grace  and  mercy, 

Send  thy  spirit  from  above; 
Bless  the  labors  of  thy  servants, 
Let  them  taste  redeeming  love. 

4  Then  shall  they  of  heathen  nations 

Songs  to  our  Immanuel  raise, 
In  the  peaceful  realms  of  glory 

Tune  their  harps  to  sing  His  praise. 


109 


C.  M. 

Missionary  Hymn. 

[71ROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand, 


Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand; 

From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 

They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle;  | 


SACRED    MELODIES. 

Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

By  wisdom  from  on  high. 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation!  O  salvation! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim. 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name. 
Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story; 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole; 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nation, 

The  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 


110 


8—7  &  4. 

YES,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee, 
All  thy  scenes,  I  love  them  well: 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country, 
Must  I  bid  you  all  farewell? 
Can  I  leave  you — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

Home  !  thy  joys  are  passing  lovely  ! 

Joys  no  stranger-heart  can  tell  ! 
Happy  home,  indeed  I  love  thee! 


110  SACRED     MELODIES. 

Can  I — can  I  say — "  Farewell?" 
Can  I  leave  thee — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 

Holy  days  and  Sabbath-belr, 
Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure' 

Can  I  say  a  last  farewell? 
Can  I  leave  you — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

4  Yes!  I  hasten  from  you  gladly. 

From  the  scenes  I  Iov'd  so  well! 
Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me; 

Lovely  native  land,  farewell! 
"  Pleased' '  I  leave  thee — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

5  In  the  deserts  let  me  labor, 

On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 
How  he  died — the  blessed  Savior — 

To  redeem  a  world  from  hell! 
Let  me  hasten, — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

6  Bear  me  on  thou  restless  ocean; 

Let  the  winds  my  canvass  swell, 
Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion) 

While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell, 
Glad  I  bid  thee, 
Native  land!  Farewell,  Farewell. 


Ill 
W 


P.  M. 

Influences  of  the  Spirit  necessary. 

HO,  but  thou,  Almighty  Spirit, 
Can  the  heathen  world  reclaim? 


SACRED     MELODIES.  Ill 

Men  may  preach — but  till  thou  favor, 
Heathens  will  be  still  the  same: 

Mighty  Spirit ! 
Witness  to  the  Savior's  name. 

2  Thou  hast  promised,  by  the  prophets, 
Glorious  light  in  latter  days: 
Come  and  bless  bewildered  nations, 

Change  our  prayers  and  tears  to  praise: 

Promised  Spirit! 
Round  the  world  diffuse  thy  rays. 

S  All  our  hopes,  and  prayers,  and  labors 
Must  be  vain  without  thine  aid: 
But  thou  wilt  not  disappoint  us — 
All  is  true  that  thou  hast  said: 

Faithful  Spirit! 
O'er  the  world  thine  influence  shed. 


112 


P.  M. 


^nK^ATCHMAN!  tell  us  of  the  night, 

V  ▼       What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Traveller!  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
Traveller  !  yes;  it  brings  the  day, 

Promised  day  of  Israel. 

Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night, 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends, 

Traveller  !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends? 

Watchman!  will  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth? 


112  SACRED    MELODIES. 

Traveller  !  ages  are  its  own. 
See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn, 
Traveller  !  darkness  takes  its  flight; 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveller  !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  peace, 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come. 


113 


„  C-  M. 
The  Christian's  Hope. 

BY  A.  SUTTON. 

Air. — "  Auld  Lang  Sync.' 

HAIL!  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 
Our  glowing  hearts  in  one, 
Hail !  sacred  hope  that    tunes  our  minds 
To  harmony  divine. 

CHORUS. 

It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given; 
The  hope  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  ; 
We  all  shall  meet  in  hea\en  at  last, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven; 
The  hope  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 

2  What !  though  the  northern  wintry  blast. 
Shall  howl  around  thy  cot: 
What!  though  beneath  an  eastern  sun 


SACRED    MELODIES.  113 

Be  cast  our  distant  lot. 

Yet  still  we  share  the  blissful  hope 
Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  Sec. 

3  From  Burmah's  shores,  from  Afric's  strand, 

From  India's  burning  plain, 
From  Europe,  from  Columbia's  land, 
We  hope  to  meet  again. 

It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 
Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  See. 

4  No  lingering  look,  no  parting  sigh, 

Our  future  meeting  knows: 
There  friendship  beams  from  every  eye, 
And  hope  immortal  grows. 

O  sacred  hope!  O  blissful  hope! 
Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  Sec. 

114  L  M 

x  *-^  Missionary  Collection. 

BE  thy  kingdom,  Lord,  promoted; 
Let  the  earth  her  Monarch  know; 
Be  my  all  to  thee  devoted; 
To  my  Lord  my  all  I  owe. 

2  With  my  substance  will  I  honor 

My  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  ; 
Were  ten  thousand  worlds  my  mairur, 
AH  were  nothing  to  his  word. 

3  While  the  heralds  of  salvation 

His  abounding  grace  proclaim, 
Let  his  friends  of  every  nation 
Gladly  join  to  spread  his  fame, 

H 


114  SACRED     MELODIES. 


115 


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For  opening  a  Conference  Meeting. 

FRIENDS,  for  whom  a  Savior  died, 
Friends,  who  have  a  Heavenly  Guide, 
Welcome  here,  for  side  by  side, 

We  must  take  our  stand: 
Novv's  the  hour  for  us  to  meet, 
Girt  in  panoply  complete, 
Sharing  in  communion  sweet, 
An  immortal  band. 

2  See  ye  not  the  world  is  set, 
Hostile  to  salvation  yet; 
Heed  ye  not  the  subtle  net, 

By  the  Tempter  spread: 
Know  ye  not  the  senses  still. 
War  against  the  hallow'd  will, 
Aiming  all  the  heart  to  fill— 

Will  ye  be  misled? 

3  Friends,  to  holy  conflict  wake, 
Every  spell  of  ruin  break, 
Rouse  ye  for  the  Savior's  sako, 

Can  ye  slumber  more? 
Arm!  the  standard  blazes  high- 
Hark!  'tis  Jesus'  battle  cry — 
On  !  salvation  now  is  nigh — 

Rest  forevermorc ! 


116 


C.  M. 

WHILE  Jesus  dwelt  on  earth  be4ow, 
Among  the  sons  of  men, 
He  spar'd  no  pains  to  let  them  know, 
They  must  be  born  again. 


SACRED    MELODIES. 

2  We  all  have  broke  Jehovah's  laws, 
And  guilty  must  remain, 
Condemn 'd  to  all  the  pains  of  hell, 
Till  we  are  born  again. 

8  Alas!  whate"er  good  works  we  do, 
His  favor  to  obtain, 
They  can*t  our  sinful  hearts  renew; 
We  must  be  born  again. 

4  Were  we  baptiz'd  a  thousand  times, 

It  would  be  all  in  vain; 
This  cannot  wash  away  our  crimes; 
We  must  be  born  again. 

5  This  is  Jehovah's  great  decree; 

He  always  will  maintain, 
That  sinners,  such  as  you  and  me, 
Must  all  be  born  again. 

6  The  word  of  God  is  firm  and  sure, 

And  always  will  remain; 
Eternal  wrath  we  must  endure. 
Unless  we're  born  again. 

7  There's  but  one  way  for  our  escape, 

From  everlasting  pain; 
And  that  is  through  the  narrow  gate. 
Of  being  born  again. 


117 


C.  M. 

Fountain. 


THERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins; 
And  sinners,  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 


116  SACRED    MELODIES. 

2  The  dying  thief  rojoic'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day; 

And  there  may  1,  as  vile  as  he 

Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream, 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be — till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  povv'r  to  save  ; 
When  this  poor,  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

■*--lC?  lmmanuel. 

HAIL  God  the  Father,  heavenly  light — 
Hail  Christ  the  Son,  my  soul's  delight — 
Hail  Holy  Ghost,  come  dwell  with  me, 
Through  time  and  in  eternity; 
Ye  glittering  orbs  around  the  skies, 
Who  speak  his  glory  as  you  rise; 
Your  silent  language  ne'er  can  tell 
The  glory  of  lmmanuel. 
Tall  mountains  that  becloud  the  skies, 
And  all  the  hills  that  round  you  rise, 
While  time  endures  ye  ne'er  can  tell 
The  glory  of  lmmanuel. 

2  Ye  trembling  seas,  with  dismal  roar, 
Whose  billows  roll  from  shore  to  shore. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  117 

Your  thund'ring  language  ne'er  can  tell 
The  power  of  Christ,  Immanuel. 
Ye  worlds  on  worlds,  with  all  your  throng, 
Through  every  land  extend  the  song, 
A  guilty  world  redeem'd  from  hell, 
By  Christ  the  Lord,  Immanuel. 
Behold  Him  leave  his  Father's  throne, 
Behold  Him  bleeding,  hear  Him  groan, 
Death's  iron  chains  can  ne'er  excel 
The  strength  of  Christ,  Immanuel. 

3  Behold  Him  mount  his  ancient  seat 
With  millions  bowing  at  his  feet — 
He  conquered  all  the  powers  of  hell, 
Yes,  glory  to  Immanuel. 

His  fame  shall  sound  from  pole  to  pole, 
While  glory  flows  from  soul  to  soul. 
The  gospel  sound  goes  forth  to  tell 
The  glory  of  Immanuel. 
While  I  am  singing  of  his  fame, 
My  soul  begins  to  feel  the  flame; 
Though  full  of  love,  I  ne'er  can  tell 
The  beauty  of  Immanuel. 

4  We  soon  shall  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 
And  see  the  nations  gath'ring  round, 
While  angels  shout,  the  saints  shall  tell 
The  glory  of  Immanuel. 

Then  thousand  thousands  in  the  throng, 
Ten  thousand  thousands  join  the  song, 
"  He  sav'd  us  from  a  burning  hell, 
Glory  to  God,  Immanuel." 
My  soul  transported  with  his  charms, 
I  long  to  dwell  in  Jesus'  arms, 
My  loving  brethren,  all  farewell; 
I  go  to  meet  Immanuel. 


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C.    M. 
Brotherly  love. 


BLEST  be  the  dear  uniting  lover 
That  will  not  let  us  part; 
Our  bodies  nuiy  far  off  remove, — 
We  still  are  one  in  heart. 

2  Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Head, 

Where  he  appoints  we'll  go; 
And  still  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread, 
And  show  his  praise  below. 

3  Partakers  of  the  Savior's  grace, 

The  same  in  mind  and  heart, 
Nor  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time  nor  place. 
Nor  life  nor  death  can  part. 

4  But  let  us  hasten  to  the  day, 

Which  shall  our  flesh  restore; 
When  death  shall  all  be  done  away. 
And  christians  part  no  more. 


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P.  M. 

MID  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  com- 
plaints, 
How  sweet   to    my   soul    is  communion    with 

saints; 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 

CHORUS. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

Prepare  me, dear  Savior, for  glory, my  home. 


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2  Sweet   bonds,   that   unite  all   the  children   of 

peace  ! 
And  thrice  blessed  Jesus,   whose  love  cannot 

cease ! 
Tho'  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam, 
I  long  to  behold  thee  in  glory  my  home. 
Home,  &.c. 

3  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free, 
Which  hinders  my  joy   and   communion  with 

thee, 
Though  now  my  temptations  like  billows  may 

foam, 
All,  all  will  be  peace  when  I'm    with   thee    at 

home. 

Home,  &c. 

4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 

O  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day, 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 
Home,  &c. 

5  Whate'er  thou  deniest,  O  give  me  thy  grace, 
The  spirit's  sure    witness,  and   smiles  of  thy 

face; 
Supply  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy  throne, 
And  find  even  now  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 
Home,  &c. 

6  I  long,  de;.rest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shine, 
No  more  as  an  exile  in  sorrow  to  pine, 

And  in  thy  dear  image  arise  from  the  tomb, 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee  at  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
Receive  me.  dear  Savior, to  glory  my  henna. 


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121 


C.  M. 


HARK!  hsten  to  the  trumpeters, 
They  call  for  volunteers, 
On  Zion's  bright  and  holy  mount, 
Behold  the  officers. 

2  Their  horses  white,  their  armor  bright, 
With  courage  bold  they  stand, 
Enlisting  soldiers  for  their  King, 
To  march  to  Canaan's  land. 

8  They  follow  their  great  General, 
The  great  eternal  Lamb. 
His  garments  stain 'd  in  his  own  blood, 
King  Jesus  is  his  name. 

4  The  trumpets  sound,  the  armies  shout, 

They  drive  the  hosts  of  hell : 
How  dreadful  is  our  God  t'  adore, 
The  great  Immanuel ! 

5  Sinners,  enlist  with  Jesus  Christ, 

The  eternal  Son  of  God; 
And  march  with  us  to  Canaan's  land, 
Beyond  the  swelling  flood. 

6  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  soldiers  bold, 

Redemption's  drawing  nigh; 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 
That  shakes  (he  earth  and  sky. 

7  In  fiery  chariots  we  shall  rise, 

And  leave  the  world  on  fire: 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 
And  join  the  heavenly  choir. 


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P.    M. 

Gazing  on  the  Cross. 


^4  WEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
^     Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  ! 
Life  and  health  and  peace  possessing 
From  the  sinner's  dying  friend. 

2  Here  I'll  sit,  forever  viewing 

Mercy's  streams  in  streams  of  blood; 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

S  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

^Yhile  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze; 
Here  I  see  my  sins  forgiven, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

4  May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 
In  all  need  to  Jesus  go; 
Prove  his  blood  each  day  more  healing; 
And  himself  more  deeply  known. 


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P.  M. 

4 RISE  and  shine  0  Ziou  fair, 
Behold  thy  light  is  come. 
Thy  glorious  conqu'ring  King  is  near, 

To  take  his  exiles  home; 
The  trumpet's  thund'ring  thro'  the  sky 

To  set  poor  sinners  free; 
The  day  of  wonders  now  is  nigh. 
The  year  of  Jubilee. 

2  Arise  ye  nations  under  ground. 
Before  the  judge  appear; 


122  SACRED    MELODIES. 

All  tongues,  all  languages  shall  come, 

Their  final  doom  to  hear. 
King. Jesus  on  his  azure  throne. 

Ten  thousand  angels  round, 
While  Gabriel  with  his  silver  trump, 

Echoes  the  dreadful  sound. 

S  The  glorious  news  of  gospel  grace 

With  sinners  now  are  o'er; 
The  trump  in  Zion  now  is  still, 

And  to  be  blown  no  more: 
The  watchmen  have  all  left  their  walls, 

And  with  their  flocks  above 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  they  sing, 

And  shout  redeeming  love. 

4  Come,  all  ye  pilgrims  of  the  Lord, 

Whose  hearts  are  joined  in  one; 
Hold  up  your  hands  with  courage  bold, 

Your  race  is  almost  run; 
Above  the  clouds  behold  him  stand, 

And  smiling,  bid  you  come; 
Whilst  angels  beckon  you  away, 

To  your  eternal  home. 

5  To  see  a  pilgrim  as  he  dies, 

"With  glory  in  his  view; 
To  heaven  he  lifts  his  longing  eyes, 

And  bids  the  world  adieu  ! 
Wrhile  friends  stand  weeping  all  around, 

And  loth  to  let  him  go, 
lie  shouts  with  his  expiring  breath, 

And  leaves  them  all  below. 

6  0  Christians!  are  you  ready  now, 

To  cross  the  narrow  flood  ? 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  behold, 


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And  see  a  smiling  God  ? 
The  dazzling  charms  of  that  bright  world, 

Attract  my  soul  above: 
My  tongue  shall  shout  redeeming  grace. 

When  perfected  in  love. 


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P.  M. 
ERCY,  O  thou  son  of  David, 


Thus  blind  Bartimeus  pray'd 
Many  by  thy  grace  are  saved, 
0  wilt  thou  vouchsafe  thine  aid! 

2  Lord  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

Turn  my  darkness  into  day; 
Straight  he  saw,  and  drawn  by  kindness, 
Follow'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 

3  Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praising,, 

Publishing  to  all  around, 
Friends  is  not  my  case  amazing? 
What  a  Savior  I  have  found. 

4  O  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 

And  would  be  advised  by  me; 
Surely  they  would  come  unto  him, 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see. 


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P.  M. 

The  way  to  Heaven. 

CALL'D  to  a  sense  of  duty, 
I  would  obey  the  call; 
And  for  the  sake  of  Jesus, 

I  freely  give  up  all, 
My  former  vain  enjoyments, 
Of  pleasure,  pride,  and  gain; 


124  SACRED    MELODIES. 

That  I  in  Jesus'  kingdom 
A  mansion  may  obtain. 

2  Come,  who  will  travel  with  me, 

The  way  that  leads  to  heav'n  ? 
And  follow  none  but  Jesus, 

The  way  which  he  hathgiv'n: 
And  take  his  word  for  counsel, 

His  spirit  for  a  guide; 
And  make  a  full  surrender, 

Of  ev'ry  thing  beside. 

3  Come  on  my  precious  brethren, 

And  travel  on  with  me; 
We'll  seek  for  heav'nly  treasure, 

Until  we  find  the  sea, 
Of  sweet  unbounded  riches 

Of  life,  and  love,  and  peace: 
"Where  beauty  never  withers, 

And  glories  never  cease. 

4  What,  though  the  world  reproach  us, 

And  say  we're  mean  and  poor; 
No  matter  what  we  suffer, 

If  we  can  reach  the  shore: 
'Twill  make  the  glory  sweeter, 

And  raise  the  praises  higher; 
And  we  shall  be  completer, 

When  purified  by  fire. 

1 9fi  c  M 

L  —  V7         2"Ae  spiritual  Coronation. 

4LL-HA1L  the  power  of  Jesus'  name, 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall: 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


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Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  small ! 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 

And  erown  him  Lord  of  all. 

J  Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall; 
Go — spread  your  trophies  at.  his  feet, 
And  crown    him  Lord  of  all. 

1  0,  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall; 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


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P.  M 


^TOP,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 
^     Before  you  farther  go, 
Can  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo? 
Hell  beneath  is  gaping  wide, 

Vengeance  waits  the  dread  command, 
Soon  to  stop  your  sport  and  pride, 
And  sink  you  with  the  damn'd. 

chorus. 
Then  be  entreated  now  to  stop, 
For  unless  you  warning  take, 
Ere  you  are  aware  you'll  drop 
Into  a  burning  lake. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 
That  you  his  will  oppose? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 
With  which  he  breaks  his  foes? 


1S6  SACRED    MELODIES. 

Can  you  stand  in  that  great  day, 
When  his  judgment  will  proclaim— 

When  the  earth  shall  melt  away. 
Like  wax  before  the  flame? 

3  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar; 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 

Will  fill  you  with  despair. 
AH  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 

Sins  of  a  blood  crimson  die: 
Each  for  vengeance  cry  aloud, 

And  what  will  you  reply? 

4  Though  your  hearts  be  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lined  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass. 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

Though  they  now  despise  his  grace; 
Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face. 

5  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 

You  may  his  mercy  know; 
Though  his  arm  be  lifted  up, 

He  still  forbears  the  blow. 
It  was  for  sinners  Jesus  died; 

Sinners  he  invites  to  come; 
None  that  come  shall  be  denied, 

He  says  there  still  is  room. 
For  Jesus'  Sake,  I  pray  you  stop,  &c. 

S.  M. 

The  pool  of  Bethsaida. 

BESIDE  the  gospel  pool, 
Appointed  for  the  poor; 


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From  year  to  year  my  helpless  soul, 
Has  waited  for  a  cure. 

2  How  often  have  I  seen, 

The  healing  waters  move; 
And  others  round  me,  stepping  in, 
Their  healing  virtues  prove. 

3  But  my  complaints  remain, 

I  feel  the  very  same; 
As  full  of  guilt,  and  fear,  and  pain, 
As  when  at  first  I  came. 


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S.  M. 
The  Gospel  Fool. 

O  WOULD  the  Lord  appear, 
My  maladies  to  heal  ! 
He  knows  how  long  I've  waited  here. 
And  what  distress  I  feel. 

2  How  often  have  I  thought, 

Why  should  I  longer  try? 
Surely  the  mercies  I  have  sought, 
Are  not  for  such  as  I. 

3  But  whither  shall  I  go? 

There  is  no  other  pool, 
Where  streams  of  sovereign  mercy  flow7 
To  make  a  sinner  whole. 

•4  But  Christ  is  full  of  grace; 
He  never  will  permit 
The  soul  that  fain  would  see  his  face 
To  perish  at  his  feet. 


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130 


P.    M. 

BLESSED  Savior,  callest  thou  me, 
To  preach  thy  precious  gospel? 
Glorious  beauties  I  do  see, 

Now  in  the  precious  gospel: 
Food  for  the  hungry,  drink  for  the  dry, 

Mansions  for  us  to  dwell  on  high  ! 
Without  the  gospel  souls  must  die! 
0  !  how  sweet  is  the  gospel. 

2  Yes,  dearest  Savior,  I  will  go, 

And  preach  thy  blessed  gospel; 
Nothing  but  Jesus  will  I  know, 

In  the  glorious  gospel. 
Swiftly  around  the  tidings  ring! 

Sinners  repent,  believe  and  sing; 
Glory  to  Christ  the  living  King! 

O!  how  sweet  is  the  gospel. 

3  Pardon  for  guilty  sinners  dear, 

Bought  by  the  blood  uf  Jesus  ! 
Captive  souls  glad  tidings  hear; 

Christ  the  Savior  frees  us; 
By  faith  in  Jesus  crucified, 

Souls  with  love  are  well  supplied, 
The  Holy  Ghost  becomes  our  guide! 

O!  how  sweet  is  the  gospel. 

4  Riches  unto  the  poor  we  find, 

Are  given  by  the  gospel; 
Honor  and  pleasure  of  the  mind, 

Are  treasures  of  the  gospel . 
The  gospel  exalts  the  Lord  on  high! 

The  gospel  prepares  us  all  to  die; 
Those  who  believe  it  dwell  on  high' 

O!    how  sweet  is  the  gospel. 


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8s,  7s  &  4. 


^EE  the  eternal  Judge  descending — 
k5     View  him  seated  on  his  throne! 
Now,  poor  sinner,  now,  lamenting, 

Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom — 
Trumpets  call  thee; 

Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  cries  he  now  is  venting, 

Filled  with  dread  of  fiercer  pain; 
While  in  anguish  thus  lamenting, 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again — 

Greatly  mourning, 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

3  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Savior, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love; 
O,  that  I  had  sought  his  favor, 
When  I  felt  his  spirit  move — 

Golden  moments, 
When  I  felt  his  spirit  move! 

4  Now,  despisers,  look  and  wonder; 

Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part: 
Louder  than  a  peal  of  thunder, 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "  Depart!" 

Lost  forever, — 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  <c  Depart!" 


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L.  M. 

AWAKE  my  soul  to  joyful  lays,     , 
And  sing  the  great  Reedeemer's  praise; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me; 
His  loving-kindness,  on  how  free! 


ISO  SACRED    MELODIES. 

2  He  saw  ine  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate; 
His  loving-kindness,  oh  how  great! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along; 

His  loving-kindness,  oh  how  strong! 

4  When  trouble  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick,  and  thundered  loud. 
He,  near  ray  soul,  has  always  stood, 
His  loving-kindness,  oh  how  good! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart, 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart; 
But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail; 
Oh,  may  my  last  expiring  breath, 
His  loving-kindness,  sing  in  death! 


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*>  C.  M. 

COME,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine, 
And  all  with  one  accord, 
In  a  perpetual  cov'nant  join, 
Ourselves  to  Christ  the  Lord. 

2  Give  up  ourselves  through  Jesus'  power, 
His  name  to  glorify; 
And  promise  in  this  sacred  hour, 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 


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3  The  cov'nant  we  this  moment  m&ke 

Be  ever  kept  in  mind; 
We  will  no  more  our  God  forsake^ 
Or  cast  his  words  behind. 

4  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear. 

Who  hears  our  solemn  vow; 
And  if  thou  art  well  pleased  to  hear, 
Come  down  and  meet  us  now! 


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P.  M. 

O  CARELESS  sinner  come, 
Pray  now  attend; 
This  world  is  not  your  home, 

It  soon  will  end. 
Jehovah  calls  aloud, 
Forsake  the  thoughtless  crowd; 
Pursue  the  road  to  God, 
And  happy  be. 

2  No  happiness  you'll  find, 

While  thus  you  go; 
JN"o  peace  unto  your  mind, 

But  pain  and  wo 
Attend  you  every  day, 
While  far  from  God  you  strayj 
O  sinner,  come  away, 
And  ever  live. 

3  How  many  calls  you've  had, 

I  call  again, 
How  can  you  be  so  bad, 

So  full  of  sin;. 
As  to  refuse  that  voice 
Which  calls  you  to  rejoice. 


132  SACUED    MELODIES. 

Ill  making  Heaven  your  choice. 
And  shunning  hell? 

4  Nor  do  I  call  alone; 

The  Savior  too, 
E'en  with  his  dying  groan, 

Cries,  bid  adieu 
To  all  your  lovers  now, 
And  to  his  sceptre  bow, 
And  he  will  tell  you  how 
To  live  anew. 

5  But  if  you  will  refuse, 

Down,  down  you'll  go, 
And  with  the  wicked  choose 

The  road  to  wo; 
Alas,  how  can  you  slight 
The  rays  of  Gospel  light, 
And  sink  in  endless  night, 
Where  silence  reigns! 

6  I  bid  you  all  farewell, 

With  aching  heart, 
And,  in  deep  sorrow,  tell 

That  we  must  part, 
While  on  to  Heaven  we  go, 
And  you  are  bound  to  wo; 
Alas  !  it  must  be  so, 
If  you  rebel. 

7  I  look  on  you  again, 

And  hoping,  say, 
Why  wont  you  leave  your  sin, 

And  come  away 
From  Satan's  cruel  power, 
And  live  foreverrnore, 


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And  bless  the  joyful  hour 
That  life  begun  ? 

8  All  hail  !  welcome  then 

Your  happy  flight 
From  Kedar's  tents  of  sin, 

To  glory  bright; 
We'll  travel  on  with  you, 
And  bid  this  world  adieu, 
And  endless  joys  pursue, 
Till  all  is  ours. 

9  There  we  will  range  around 

The  blissful  plains, 
Where  pleasure  has  no  bound, 

And  glory  reigus; 
We'll  fall  at  Jesus'  feet, 
Whtere  joys  are  all  complete, 
And  blissful  raptures  meet, 
Forevermore. 


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C.  M. 

LORD,  when  together  here  we  meet-, 
And  taste  thy  heavenly  grace, 
Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet, 
We're  loth  to  leave  the  place. 

2  But,  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will 

That  we  must  part  again, 
0,  may  thy  precious  presence  still, 
With  every  one  remaiu. 

3  And  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 

Bound  with  the  cords  of  love; 
Till  we  before  thy  glorious  throne 
Shall  joyful  meet  above. 


134  SACRED    MELODIES. 

4  All  sin  and  sorrow  from  each  heart 
Shall  then  forever  fly; 
Nor  shall  a  thought  that  we  must  part 
Once  interrupt  our  joy. 


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8s  *  7s. 
AIL!  thou  once  despised  Jesus, 
Hail!  thou  everlasting  King; 


Thou  didst  suffer  to  redeem  us! 
Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring. 

Hail!  thou  agonizing  Savior, 
Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame  ! 

By  thy  merits  we  find  favor; 
Life  is  given  through  thy  name. 

2  Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  on  thee  were  laid; 
By  almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made; 
All  thy  people  are  forgiven, 

Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood; 
Opened  is  the  gate  of  heaven; 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 

S  Jesus,  Hail  !  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  forever  to  abide  ! 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father's  side; 
There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare; 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

4  Worship,  honor,  power  and  blessings 
Thou  art  worthv  to  receive: 


SACRED    MELODIES.'  135 

Loudest  praises  without  ceasing 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give: 
Help  ye  bright  angelic  spirits, 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays; 
Help  to  sing  our  Savior's  merits; 

Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise. 


137 


S.  M. 


A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify; 
A  never  dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky; 
To  serve  the  present  age; 

My  calling  to  fulfil; 
0,may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live; 
And  oh,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 

A  strict  account  to  give  ! 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely, 
Assured  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  forever  die. 


138 


L.  M. 

Missions. 


MILLIONS  there  are  on  heathen  ground, 
Who  never  heard  the  gospel's  soun/1; 
Lord,  send  it  forth,  and  let  it  run, 
Swift  and  reviving  as  the  sun. 


13(5  SACREI>    MELODIES. 

2  Guide  thou  their  lips,  who  stand  to  tell 
Sinners  the  way  that  leads  from  hell; 
To  those  who  give,  do  thou  impart, 

A  generous,  wise,  and  tender  heart. 

3  Lord,  crown  their  zeal,  reward  their  care. 
That  in  thy  grace,  they  all  may  share; 
And  th'jse  who  now  in  darkness  dwell, 
Deliverance  sing  from  guilt  and  hell. 

l^y  C.  M. 

FOR  that  tenderness  of  heart 
That  bows  before  the  Lord  ! 
That  owns  how  just  and  good  thou  art, 
And  trembles  at  thy  word  ! 

2  O  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears 
Which  from  repentance  flow! 

That  sense  of  guilt,  which,  trembling,  fears 
The  long  suspended  blow  ! 

3  Savior,  to  me  in  pity  give 
For  sin  the  deep  distress; 

The  pledge  thou  wilt  at  last  receive, 
And  bid  me  die  in  peace. 

4  0,  fill  my  soul  with  faith  and  love, 
And  strength  to  do  thy  will; 

Raise  my  desires  and  hopes  above; 
Thyself  to  me  reveal. 


140 


P.  M. 

N  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  grace, 
I  wandered  through  earth   its  gay  pleas- 
ures to  trnce, 


SACRED     MELODIES.  137 

In  the  pathway  of  sin,  I  continued  t<?  roam. 
Unmindful,  alas!  that  it  led  me  from  home. 
Home,  home, — sweet,  sweet  home, 
O  Savior!  direct  me  to  heaven  my  home. 

2  The  pleasures  of  earth,  I  have  seen  fadeaway. 
They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  decay , 
But  pleasures  more  lasting,  in  Jesus  are  given, 
Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heaven. 

Home,  home, — sweet,  sweet  home, 
The   saints   in  those  mansions  are   ever  at 
home. 

3  Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowing  charms, 
The  Savior  invites  me,  I'll  go  to  his  arms; 
At  the  banquet  of  mercy,  I  hear  there  is  room, 

0  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children  at  home. 
Home,  home. — sweet,  sweet  home, 

O  Jesus,  conduct  me  to  heaven, my  home! 

4  Farewell,  vain  amusements,  my  follies,  adieu, 
While  Jesus,  and  heaven,  and  glory  I  view: 

1  feast  on  the  pleasures  that  flow  from  his  throne, 
The  foretaste  of  heaven,  sweet  heaven,  my 

home! 
Home,  home, — sweet,  sweet,  home, 
0  when  shall  I  share  the  fruition  of  home. 

5  The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away, 

The  time  is  approaching,  when  Jesus  will  say, 
Well  done  faithful  servant,  sit  down  on  my 

throne, 
And  dwell  in  my  presence  forever  at  home. 
Home,  home, — sweet,  sweet  home, 
Q  then  I  shall  rest  with  the  Savior  at  home. 


1SS  SACRED    MELODIES. 

6  Affliction  and  sorrow  and  death  shall  be  o'er, 
The  saints  shall  unite  to  be  parted  no  more; 
There  loud  hallelujahs  fill  heaven's  high  dome, 
They  dwell  with  the  Savior,  forever  at  home. 
Home,  home, — sweet,  sweet  home, 
They  dwell  with  the  Savior,forever  at  home. 


141 


8s,  7s  &  4. 

GUIDE  me,  oh  thou  great  Jehovah. 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty, 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand; 

Bread  of  heaven 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

Open,  Lord,  the  crystal  fountain, 
Whence  the  healing  waters  flow; 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through; 

Strong  Deliverer! 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside; 

Death  of  Death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side; 

Songs  of  praises — 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 


142 


C.   M. 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  189 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides 

And  never  withering  flowers; 
Death  like  a  narrow  sea  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood. 

While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger  shivering  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  0,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

These  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, — 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes; — 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er; 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Could  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


143 


C.  M. 


TT  ET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
JLi     And  every  heart  rejoice! 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho!  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 
Who  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys, 
To  fill  an  empty  mind; — 


140  SACRED     MELODIES. 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast; 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  who  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die; 
Here  may  you  quench  your  raging  thirst, 
In  streams  that  never  dry. 

5  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  all  the  day; 
Lord  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies. 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 


144 


C.  M. 
Night  Thought. 

HOW  can  I  sleep  when  angels  sing, 
And  all  the  saints  on  high 
Cry  glory  to  the  eternal  King, 
The  Lamb  that  once  did  die? 

C  For  I  of  all  the  race  that  fell, 
Or  all  the  hcav'nly  host, 
Have  greatest  cause  with  humble  soul 
To  love  and  praise  him  most. 

3  Did  God  the  Father  love  men  so, 
A»  to  bestow  his  Son 
A  ransom,  sinners  to  redeem, 
And  save  from  wrath  to  come ! 

1  No  longer  then  will  I  lie  here, 
But  rise,  to  praise  and  pray; 
And  join  to  sing,  while  I  enjoy 
A  glimpse  of  heavenly  day. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  141 


145 


C.   NT. 

FAREWELL  vain  world,  I  bid  adieu, 
Your  glories  I  despise; 
Your  friendship  I'll  no  more  pursue 
Your  flatt'ries  are  but  lies. 

2  You  promise  happiness  in  vain, 

Nor  can  you  satisfy; 
Your  highest  pleasures  turn  to  pain, 
And  all  your  treasures  die. 

3  Had  I  the  Indies  east  and  west, 

And  riches  of  the  sea; 
Without  my  God  I  could  not  rest, 
For  he  is  all  to  me. 

4  Then  let  my  soul  rise  far  above, 

By  faith  I'll  take  my  wing, 
To  the  eternal  realms  of  love, 
Where  saints  and  angels  sing. 

P.  M, 

Parting  of  Friends. 

WHEN  shall  we  all  meet  again? 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  (expire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 
Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 
Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh.. 
Parch'd  beneath  the  hostile  sky; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls, 
And  in  fancy's  wide  domain, 
Oft  shall  we  all  meet  again. 


146 


142  SACRED    MELODIES. 

3  When  our  burnish'd  locks  are  gray, 
Thinn'd  by  many  a  toil-spent  day; 
When  around  this  youthful  pine. 
Moss  shall  creep,  and  ivy  twine, 
Long  may  this  loved  bower  remain, 
Here  may  we  all  meet  again. 

4  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead; 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade. 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid — 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 


147 


C.  M. 


FAREWELL,  my  brethren,  all  farewell, 
I  leave  you  with  the  Lord; 
O  may  you  shun  the  paths  of  hell, 
By  cleaving  to  his  word. 

2  You  are  most  near  and  dear  to  me, 

I  have  you  in  my  heart; 
Yet  dearest  friends  must  sever'd  be, 
So  you  and  I  must  part. 

3  My  counsel  unto  you  I  give, 

That  you  do  all  stand  fast, 
In  the  sweet  doctrines  you've  receiv'd, 
Of  being  sav'd  by  grace. 

4  Although  I  leave  you  for  a  while, 

I'll  meet  you  once  again, 
And  if  it  be  not  in  this  world, 
'Twill  be  on  Canaan's  plain 


SACRED    MELODIES.  149 

5  There  we  shall  meet  and  never  part, 
And  see  the  King  most  glorious; 
With  harp  in  hand  we  all  shall  stand, 
And  strike  one  note  melodious. 


148 


L.   M. 

Theparting  hand. 

MY  Christian  friends  in  bonds  of  love, 
Whose  hearts  in  sweetest  union  prove 
Your  friendship's  like  a  drawing  band, 
Yet  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

2  Your  company's  sweet,  your  union's  dear, 
Your  words  delightful  to  my  ear; 

And  when  I  see  that  we  must  p^rt, 
You  draw  like  cords  around  my  heart. 

3  How  sweet  the  hours  pass'd  away, 
When  we  have  met  to  sing  and  pray; 
How  loth  we've  been  to  leave  the  place 
Where  Jesus  shows  his  smiling  face. 

4  O  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
How  would  it  cheer  my  struggling  mindj 
But  duty  makes  me  understand 

That  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

5  Then  since  it  is  God's  holy  will 
We  must  be  parted  for  a  while, 
In  sweet  submission,  all  as  one, 
We'll  say  our  Father's  will  be  done. 

,6  Dear  fellow  youth  in  Christian  ties 
Who  seek  for  mansions  in  the  skies, 
Fight  on,  you'll  gain  that  happy  shore, 
Where  parting  hands  are  known  no  more. 


144  SACRED    MELODIES. 

7  How  oft  I've  seen  your  falling  tears. 
And  heard  you  tell  your  hopes  and  feara; 
Your  hearts  with  love  have  seem'd  to  flame.. 
Which  makes  me  hope  we'll  meet  again. 

8  Ye  mourning  souls  In  sore  surprise, 
Jesus  remembers  all  your  cries; 

O  trust  his  grace,  and  in  that  land 
We'll  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 

9  My  christian  friends,  both  old  and  young, 
Have  faith  in  Christ  and  you'll  be  strong. 
And  if  on  earth  we  meet  no  more, 

O  may  we  meet  on  Canaan's  shore. 

10  I  hope  you'll  all  remember  me, 
If  here  my  face  you  no  mare  see, 
An  interest  in  your  prayers  I  crave 
That  vve  may  meet  beyond  the  grave. 

11  O  glorious  day  !  0  blessed  hope, 

My  heart  leaps  forward  at  the  thought 
When  in  that  happy,  happy  land, 
We'll  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 


149 


P.  M. 


FAREWELL,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord. 
The  gospel  sounds  the  jubilee; 
My  stamm'ring  tongue  shall  sound  aloud, 
From  land  to  land,  from  sea  to  sea; 
And  as  I  preach  from  place  to  place, 
I'll  trust  alone  in  God's  free  grace. 


e* 


2  Farewell,  in  bonds  and  union  dear, 
Like  strings  you  twine  about  my  heart; 
I  humbly  beg  your  earnest  prayer, 


SACRED    MELODIFS.  145 

Till  we  shall  meet  no  more  to  part; 
Till  we  shall  meet  in  heaven  above, 
Encircled  in  eternal  love. 

Farewell,  my  earthly  friends  below, 

Though  all  so  kind  and  dear  to  rne; 

My  Jesus  calls  and  I  must  go, 

To  sound  the  Gospel  jubilee; 

To  sound  the  joys  and  bear  the  news, 

To  Gentiles  and  the  royal  Jews. 

Farewell,  young  people,  one  and  all, 
While  God  shall  give  me  breath  to  breathe, 
I'll  pray  to  the  Eternal  All, 
That  your  dear  souls  in  Christ  may  live; 
That  your  dear  souls  prepared  may  be, 
To  dwell  in  bliss  eternally. 

Farewell,  to  all  below  the  sun; 
And  as  I  pass  in  tears  below, 
The  path  is  straight  my  feet  shall  run; 
And  God  will  keep  me  as  I  go — 
And  God  will  keep  me  in  his  hand, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 

Farewell,  farewell!  I  look  above; 
Jesus  my  friend  to  thee  I  call; 
My  joy,  my  crown,  my  only  love, 
My  safeguard  here,  my  heavenly  All: 
My  theme  to  preach,  my  song  to  sing, 
My  only  hope  till  death — Amen. 

8s,  7s  &  4. 

Dismission. 
IT  ORD  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing; 
■SLA     Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace, 
Let  us  each  thy  love  possessing, 


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146  SACRED     MELODIES. 

Triumph  in  redeeming  grace; 
O  refresh  us, 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness.. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 
For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound! 
May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found  ! 

S  Then,  whene'er  the  signal's  given,. 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away — 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey — 
May  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day  ! 


151 


P.  M. 

^AVIOR,  visit  thy  plantation; 
k5     Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain: 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 
Unless  thou  return  again. 

Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 

Lest  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die.. 

Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourish'd, 
Every  plant  looked  gay  and  green; 

Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourish'd, 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen. 

[But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 
And  a  sad  decline  we  see: 


SACRED    MELODIES.  14T 

Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

5  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 

Filled  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth; 
Old  professors,  tall  as  cedars, 
Bright  examples  to  our  youth? 

6  Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below; 

Some,  alas !  we  fear  are  blighted, 

Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 

7  Younger  plants — to  sight  how  pleasant, 

Cover'd  thick  with  blossoms  stood: 
But  they  cause  us  grief  at  present, 
Frost  hath  nipp'd  them  in  the  bud.] 

8  Dearest  Savior,  hasten  hither, 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again; 
O  permit  them  not  to  wither, 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 

9  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers; 
Let  each  one  esteem  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 

10  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 
Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh; 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour, 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

*°A  A  Dialogue. 

OCOME  my  heart,  and  let  us  take 
An  evening  walk,  as  best  suits  thee: 
Now  whither  dost  thou  choose? 


14S  SACRED    MELODIES. 

We  should  take  our  evening  muse, 
Up  to  Calvary  or  Gethsemane. 

2  O  Calvary  is  a  mountain  high, 

'Tis  much  too  hard  a  task  for  me; 

And  to  tarry  here  a  while, 

In  the  pleasures  of  the  world, 
Than  to  clime  up  the  mountain  Calvary. 

'3  It  would  not  appear  such  a  mountain  high, 
Nor  such  a  task,  dear  sinner,  for  thee, 
If  thou  didst  love  the  man, 
"Who  did  first  lay  out  the  plan, 

How  to  climb  up  the  mountain  Calvary. 

I  4  I'd  rather  abide  in  this  pleasant  place, 
My  gay  and  merry  friends  to  see; 

And  to  tarry  here  awhile, 

In  the  pleasures  of  the  world, 

Than  to  clime  up  the  mountain  Calvary. 

!  5  Your  gay  companions  must  lie  in  the  dust, 
Their  souls  are  bound  for  misery; 
And  if  you  ever  stand 
On  fair  Canaan's  happy  land, 
You  must  climb  up  the  mountain  Calvary. 

6  There  is  no  pleasure  I  can  behold, 

And  it's  a  lonely  way  to  me, 
And  I  have  heard  them  say, 
There  are  lions  in  that  way, 

And  they  lurk  in  the  mountain  Calvary. 

7  It  is  a  peaceful,  pleasant  day, 

To  wandering  souls;   would  thou  but  see, 
And  thou  shalt  have  a  guide, 
A  bright  Spirit  from  the  Lord, 

Shall  guide  thee  up  the  mountain  Calvary. 


SACRED    MELODIES.  14$ 

8  I'd  rather  have  peace,  and  live  at  ease, 

Than  to  be  afflicted  thus  by  thee; 
When  blooming  youth  is  gone, 
And  old  age  is  coming  on, 

I  will  climb  up  the  mountain  Calvary. 

9  There  is  no  better  time  than  this, 

To  travel  the  mountain  as  you  see; 
When  old  age  is  coming  on, 
And  you  are  buiden'd  with  your  sins, 

Then  how  can  you  climb  up  Calvary. 

10  0  leave  this  melancholy  theme, 

I  can't  enjoy  any  peace  for  thee; 
There  is  time  enough  yet, 
And  the  journey's  not  so  great, 

I  can  soon  climb  the  mountain  Calvary. 

110  hark!  I  hear  a  doleful  sound, 
You  greatly  should  alarmed  be; 

A  blooming  youth  is  gone, 

And  laid  into  the  tomb, 
Who  refused  to  climb  mount  Calvary. 

12  Alas !  I  know  not  what  to  do, 

You  greatly  have  alarmed  me; 
For  in  sin  I  have  gone  on, 
Till  I  fear  I  am  undone, 

Lord,  help  rne  to  climb  up  Calvary. 

13  0  tarry  not  in  all  the  plain, 

Lest  it  prove  a  dangerous  snare  to  thee; 
But  look  unto  the  man, 
Who  was  slain  for  your  sins, 

And  he'll  help  you  to  climb  up  Calvaiy. 


150  SACRED    MELODIES. 


153 


L.  M. 


YE  blooming  youth,  I  pray  give  ear, 
A  death-bed  lamentation  hear! 
Ere  death  shall  blast  the  opening  flower, 

0  make  thy  peace  and  calling  sure. 

2  In  pride  and  wealth  and  pleasure's  maze. 
I've  spent  the  morning  of  my  days- 
Did  oft  in  gayest  circles  shine, 

Nor  thought  my  sun  would  ere  decline. 

3  But  death  has  aimed  the  fatal  blow, 
Down  to  the  grave  I  soon  must  go; 
Distressing  pains  my  vitals  tear, 
My  soul  is  rack'd  with  keen  despair. 

4  My  beauty,  once  my  greatest  pride, 
The  cold  and  sileiVt  grave  will  hide; 
The  rose,  so  late  in  sweetest  bloom, 
The  hungry  worm  will  soon  consume. 

5  Oft  I've  adorn'd  this  blooming  face, 

My  limbs  have  decked  with  sweetest  grace, 
But  though  so  lovely  and  so  fair, 
The  winding  sheet  I  soon  must  wear. 

6  In  sinful  pleasures  I  have  spent 
•The  golden  moments  God  hath  lent; 

And  now,  beneath  his  awful  frown, 

1  sdon  shall  sink  in  anguish  down. 

7  Oft  I  have  heard  the  Gospel  call, 
But  madly  have  rejected  all; 
And  now  the  day  of  grace  is  o'er, 
I  sink,  alas!  to  rise  no  more. 


5ACRED'  MELODIES.  151 

8  Oft  I  hare  felt  the  inward  smart, 

And  anguish  keen  has  seized  my  heart. 
And  oft,  alone,  resolv'd  in  tears, 
To  seek  the  Lord  in  riper  years. 

9  But  with  conviction  still  1  strove, 
Despis'd  a  Savior's  offer'd  love, 
Refused  with  sinful  joys  to  part, 
And  grieved  his  spirit  from  my  heart. 

10  Now  soon  with  me  shall  time  be  o'er; 
My  sun  shall  rise  and  set  no  more; 
But  sinking  down  in  endless  pain, 
Shall  never,  never  rise  again. 

11  Ye  blooming  youth,  a  long  farewell, 
O  shun  the  path  that  leads  to  hell; 
Seek  now  your  slighted  Savior's  face, 
No  more  despise  his  offer'd  grace. 

12  No  more  his  loving  spirit  grieve, 

Lest  he  your  precious  soul  should  leave; 

0  think,  that  ere  to-morrow's  sun, 
You  may  for  ever  be  undone. 

13  O  Christian  friends,  a  long  adieu, 
I've  been  reprov'd  and  warn'd  by  you; 
Oft  have  I  heard  you  weeping  cry, 

"  Turn,  sinner,  turn,  why  will  you  die?" 

14  But  mercy  has  forever  fled, 

1  sink  among  the  silent  dead; 
>ly  life  is  o'er,  my  glass  is  run, 
Farewell  to  all  below  the  sun. 

1  *%A  P'  M' 

J.  zJ-±     On  the  Death  of  a  young  woman. 

HARK  my  gay    friends,  to    a   melancholy 
■sound. 


1M  SACRED     MELODIES. 

The  shafts  of  death  are  flying,  to   mow  your 

glory  down ; 
There   was  one  of  your  number,  a  youth  in 

early  bloom, 
She's   call'd  away  by   death  and   laid    in  the 

tomb. 

2  But  when  she  was  here,  she  was  blooming  and 

gay. 

And  now  she  is  call'd  for,  and  taken  away, 
Ah!  little  did  she  think,  of  being  called  for  so 

soon, 
But  O!  her  morning  sun,  it  has  gone  dovvn  at 

noon. 

S  And  now  she  is  dead,  she  is  speaking   unto 
you, 
Her  language  is  this,  bid  your  follies  adieu, 
Prepare  for  to  meet,  the  last  struggles  of  this 

life; 
That  your  souls  may  be  ransom'd,  in  the   re- 
gions of  light. 

4  Altho'  she  is  dead,  she  will  soon  be  forgot, 
Her   friends  and  relations  will  soon  her  for- 
get; 

Their  sighs  and  their   tears,  they   will   all  be 

wip'd  away; 
While  her  body  lies   mouldering,  and  turning 

to  clay. 

5  Now  here  she  must  lie,  till   the  resurrection 

morn, 
Her  body    then    be  chang'd,  in    the    image  of 

God's  Son; 
Although   she  is  sleeping,  beneath  the  siLent 

clod, 


SACRED    MELODIES.  153 

Her  voice  to  you  is  saying,  prepare  to  meet 
your  God. 

6  And  now  she  is  dead,  she's  inviting  you   to 

come, 
Go  read  the  inscription,  that's  wrote  upon  her 

tomb, 
Go  down  in  yonder  grave-yard,  go  read  you 

there  with  care; 
Remember  'twont  be  long  before  you  all  must 

lie  there. 


155 


C.  M. 


ALAS!  what  hourly  dangers  rise; 
What  snares  beset  my  way  ! 
To  heaven,  O  let  me  lift  my  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain* 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears! 
My  weak  resistance,  ah !  how  vain ! 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears. 

O  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive. 

Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 
When  foes  and  fears  prevail; 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

3  Whene'r  temptations  fright  my  heart* 
Or  lure  my  feet  aside, 


154  SACRED    MELODIES. 

My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart. 
My  guardian  and  my  guide. 

6  0  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee; 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray, 

From  happiness  and  thee. 


156 


TIS  religion  that  can  give, 
Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live: 
'Tis  religion  must  supply 
Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 

After  death  its  joys  will  be 
Lasting  as  eternity! 
Be  the  living  God  my  friend, 
Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end. 


157 


C.  M 

¥E  burden 'd  souls,  to  Jesus  come, 
You  need  not  be  afraid; 
He  loves  to  hear  poor  sinners  cry, 
He  loves  to  hear  them  plead. 

2  Ye  humble  souls,  to  Jesus  come, 

'Tis  he  who  made  you  see 
Your  wretched,  ruin'd,  helpless  state — 
Your  guilt  and  misery. 

3  Christ  is  a  friend  to  mourning  souls, 

Then  why  should  you  despair. 
Since  Saul  and  Mary  Magdalene 
Found  grace  and  mercy  here. 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have,      -  -         -         -  137 

A  fountain  in  Jesus,  which  runs,  &c.  -         -          46 

Ah!  whither  should  I- go,     -  -         -         -     80 

Alas!  and  did  my  Savior  bleed,  54 

All-hail  the  power  of  Jesus' name,  -                       126 

Almighty  Savior  here  we  stand,        -  -         -          81 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross,          -  -         -         -       1 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail,  -         -  -         -        106 

An  alien  from  God  and  a  stranger,  &c.  -         -  140 

[Arise,  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair,           ■?  -         -        123 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise,          -         -  -         -         -55 

As  I  lay  musing  on  my  bed,   -  47 

As  on  the  cross,  the  Savior  hung,  -         -         -     27 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays,        -  132 

Alas!  what  hourly  dangers  rise,            -  -         -     155 

BEGONE  unbelief,  my  Savior  is  near,  -         -     44 

Behold  the  grave  where  Jesus  lay,  85 

Behold  the  Savior  of  mankind,     -  105 

Beside  the  gospel  pool,  -         -         -  -         -        128 

Be  thy  kingdom,  Lord,  promoted,  -         -         -  114 

Blest  be  the  dear,  uniting  love,         -  -         -         119 

Blessed  Savior,  cailest  thou  me,  -  -         -  .       -  130 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow,    -         -  -                     72 

Brethren,  we  have  met  for  worship,  -          -         -     12 

Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here,     -  -         -          23 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death,  -         -         -     99 


156  INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINE!. 

Buret,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring,  - 
By  whom  was  David  taught, 

CALLED  to  a  sense  of  duty,  - 
Children  of  Zion,  what  harp-notes,  &c. 
Christians,  if  your  hearts  be  warm, 
Come  all  ye  sons  of  Zion,  - 
Come  Holy  Spirit,   heavenly  Dove, 
Come  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast, 
Come  let  us  anew,  our  journey  pursue, 
Come  let  us  use  the  grace  divine, 
Come  my  brethren,  let  us  try. 
Come  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 
Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
Come  ye  disconsolate,        - 
Come  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy,  - 

DARK    and  thorny  is  the  desert, 
Descend  celestial   Dove, 
Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
Drooping  saints,  no  longer  grieve,    - 

FAREWELL,  my  brethren,  all  farewell, 
Farewell  my  brethren   in  the  Lord, 
Farewell  vain  world,  I  bid  adieu, 
Fly,  thou   heavenly  gospel  message, 
Friends,  for  whom  a  Savior  died, 
From  Greenland's  icy  mountain, 
From  whence  doth  this  union  arise, 

GLORY  to  God,   that  I  have  found, 
Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 

HAIL,  God  the  Father,  heavenly,  &c.     - 
Hail,  sweetest,  dfiarest  tie  that  binds, 
Hail,  thou  blest  morn,  &c.     - 
Hail,  thou  once  despised  Jesus,  - 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES.  157 

j  Hail  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow,         -  -         -        103 

j  Hark,  listen  to  the  trumpeters,     -  -         -         -  121 

i  Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord,  50 

Hark!    what  cry  arrests  my  ear,  -         -         -  107 

He  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners  dies,  71 

How  can  I  sleep  when  angels  sing,  -         -         -  144 

How  firm  a  foundation,  '&c.    -         -  -         -          18 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace,  -         -         -     74 

How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot,  65 

How  lost  was  my  condition,        -  -         ■»•         -92 

How  precious  is  the  name,  &c.        -  5 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours,  -         -         -     63 

Hark  my  gay  friends  to  a  melancholy  sound,      -       154 

I  KNEW   I  was  a  sinner,  &c.         -  -         -            6 

I  love  my  Lord,   I  love  his  laws,  4 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away,  -  -          41 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord,  -         -         -     78 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways,  87 

In  evil,  long  I  took  delight,         -  -         -         -       2 

I  would  not  live  alway,         -  79 

JERUSALEM,    my  happy  home,  -     49 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be,      -  97 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken,      -  -         -         -     61 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  has  gone,  -  3 

Jesus,  to  every  willing  mind,      -  -    -     -         -     43 

LET  every  mortal   ear  attend,         -  -         -        143 

Lift  up  your  hearts,  ImmanuePs,  &c.  -         -         -     94 

Lift  up  your  hearts  to  things  above,  -         -        101 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear,  -  -         -         -     69 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  -  150 

Lord,  when  together  here  we  meet,  -         -         -  135 

MERCY,  O  thou  Son  of  David,      -  -         -        124 

'Mid  scenes  of  confusion,  &c.      -  -         -         -  120 


158  INDEX   OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Millions  thcro  are  on  heathen  ground,  -         -        13M 

My  christian  friends,   in  bonds  of  love,  -         -  148B 

My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years,     -  02 

NOW  behold  the  Savior  pleading,        -  -               1(1 

O  CARELESS  sinner  come,    -         -  -                  13  J 

O  could  my  soul  this  morning  rise,        -  6m 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God,          -  -          -          -ri3 

O  for  a  heart  that  loves  to   pray,           -  -         -     9fll 

O  for  that  tenderness  of  heart,         -  -         -        13S 
O  how  happy  are  they,       -----     49 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand,  -  -         -           68 

Once  more  in  the  Redeemer's  name,  -  *®8 

O  tell  me  no  more,  &c.           -  9B 

O  thou,   in  whose  presence,  &c.           -  -          -     6v 

O  turn,   ye  poor  sinners,  &c.           -  -                    <>0 

Our  dearest  Lord,  look  from  above,     -  -          -     SS 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit,       -  39 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus,  &c.      -  4M 

O  would  tho  Lord  appear,      -  12fl 

O  come  my  heart  and  let  us  take,         -  15S 

POOR  mourning  souls,  in  deep  distress,  -                5(1 

Pray  on,    my  brethren,  in  the  Lord,  -                       8 
SALEM'S  bright  king,  Jesus  by  name, 
Salvation!  oh,  the  joyful  sound,       - 
Saw  ye  my  Savior,  - 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within,     -  -         - 
See  the  eternal  Judge  descending. 
Sinners,  this  solemn  truth  regard,     - 
Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message,     - 
Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think,    - 
Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing,    - 
Savior  visit  thy  plantation,          - 

THE  day  is  past  and  gone,    - 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

The  gospel  trumpet  has  been  blown,    - 
The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 
The  pleasures  of  earth,  &c. 
The  pure  testimony,  &c.         - 
There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood,    - 
There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest,    - 
There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight,  - 
'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know,  - 
To  day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 
To  leave  my  dear  friends,   &c. 
To  the  flowing  stream  of  Jordan, 
'Tis  religion  that  can  give, 

WATCHMAN  tell  us  of  the  night, 
Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
What  heavenly  music  do  I  hear,     - 
What  think  ye  of  Christ  ?  is  the  test,  - 
What  various  hindrances  we  meet,  - 
When  I  can  read   my   title  clear, 
When  marshalPd  on  the  nightly,  &c. 
W7hen  shall  we  all  meet  again,  r 
W7hen  strangers  stand  and  hear  me  tell,     - 
When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  &c.  - 
Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord,  - 
While  Jesus  dwelt  on  earth  below. 
While  shepherds  watch  their  flocks,  &c.  - 
Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger,  - 
Who  but  thou,  Almighty  Spirit, 
Why  sleep  we,  my  brethren, 

YE  objects  of  sense,  and  enjoyments,  &c. 
Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee, 
Young  people  all  attention  give, 
Ye  blooming  youth,  I  pray  give  ear,     - 
Yeburden'd  souls  to  Jesus  come, 


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